Childhood friend

Living just around the corner from Paul was fun. We'd often hang out in the street and throw stones at each other. Sometimes I'd tell the other kids that Paul had fleas and in return he'd kick me. But as well as the highs in our friendship, there have also been some lows.

I don't really remember the first time I met Paul, seeing as I was less than two years old at the time. I am told he was little, bald and a bit dribbly. Well, he's grown up, has some hair and, provided he doesn't have too much to drink, should be OK on the dribbling front, too.