From The Herald
PAUL was my cousin but felt more like a brother. We were born six months apart and spent our early years living in the same tenement block. Then our families obtained council houses facing each other across a neat little street. For years, we spent every moment of our free time together. We fished, built dens, dammed streams and enjoyed an oldfashioned childhood exploring the beaches, woods and moorland around our home on the lower Clyde at Gourock. It never occurred to me that he couldn't keep up, despite his yearround pallor and spindly limbs. We grew used to his regular spells in the old ear, nose and throat hospital, just as we stopped noticing the foul smelling sludge he was forced to consume before meals, to help him to gain nourishment from his food.
I was in London when he died, a few weeks short of his 23rd birthday.