Paul has a congenital aversion to running in corridors and chewing gum- this has propelled him inexorably to the highest levels of the British educational system. But when he gets home, the mortar board and cane are exchanged for a Slipknot hooded sweatshirt and a Fender Strat- and Beeston rocks. Paul's early years of struggle as a musician are recounted in three weak anecdotes concerning- in the set order that Paul will tell them to you- The Stone Roses, The Wonder Stuff and The Real Thing. Nowadays the harsh monochrome focus of those uncompromising times has softened into the soothing colours of suburbia. And the soundtrack of the mean streets has been replaced by Sunday afternoons listening to The Lighthouse Family.