Before I start I would like to say, its so nice to see so many people on this special day, A day when we pay tribute to a man named Paul, who was taken from us, how sad and cruel, He was a son, a friend and a very good mate, Sadly taken at the age of 48 Its oh so sad and we all feel numb May our thoughts be with Gordon his Dad and Margaret his Mum. He was a well liked and honest bloke He liked playing a practical joke He always thought of others before himself even when he was dying and in bad health He was sometimes vain with a heart of gold who made people gasp with the predictions he told because he had a hidden talent underneath his strong medium and spiritual belief his belief took him, to the love of the native Indian he would holiday in Canada instead of the Caribbean he loved laying in fields looking up at the stars as he thought of his other love, formula one cars Being in the middle of things Paul loved to be like in the middle of the pit stop, in formula one grand prix standing there with his mike in his hand thinking he was playing in the pink Floyd band he liked pink Floyd and also the jam he loved his food, like egg, chips and ham he was meant to be on a diet but did he stop he didn't need to, he said, as he munched on a pork chop he loved his way of life, he loved the thrill he loved the music at the end of Benny hill his monkey impressions have always stuck and also impersonating Donald duck but that was Paul, he never gave a heck even though people said he looked a lot like Shrek but his monkey impressions were the best thumping his hands on his big hairy chest but all through his life he was never a threat he was the kindest most loving person you could ever get Margaret his Mum will always say that she told yeah that all through his life he would be her little soldier he had his fun and he had his kicks digging a swimming pool in the hot summer of 76 with shovels and hands it was funny to see with people he grew up with, his extended family He was held up at gun point, when visiting a bank his lucky stars he needed to thank but Paul never cared, because the premonition he got was that he would be OK and wouldn't get shot he was a plumber by trade, his decorating was frighting he had no luck, when he was twice struck by lightning one time was on the toilet, but it wasn't a disgrace at least he was sitting in exactly the right place All that ive said, has been true with no lies he is looking down at us now, with his bright blue eyes we all may be wanting to have a good cry but at least he is at peace now, in heaven in the sky I will end now by saying, we will meet him again we feel so happy knowing he is out of pain you have been loved by so many, since the day of your birth not always a saint, but a angel on the earth