Trophy Designer and Software Engineer
The extremity I am recording in this instance does not refer to a single time nor a particular place, but to a person. To save embarrassment her name shall not be displayed here.
I think it’s one of life’s universal truths that at some point during your teenage years you will develop a crush on the girl next door (or next street in this case). The uniquely Paul Maden way however is to somehow turn that crush into a friendship that lasts for ten years, and during that time never evolves into anything more serious. After said ten years she will then meet some guy and totally disappear off the face of the earth leaving you wondering, “Oh, is that it?”
The location marked on the map is simply my local pub, a place we went together on countless occasions.