Joke-teller, singer, guitar player - I'll miss my dear friend Paolo
I first met Paolo Tullio in October 1968, my first term at Trinity College Dublin. My best friend from school, Donnell Deeny, said to me one day: "There's a very unusual guy in my Legal Science class, I think you'd like him..." Donnell introduced us. The first time I saw the then-snake-hipped Paolo, he was wearing a gold lamé cape and carrying a silver-topped cane. He had a Fu Manchu beard and moustache - quite unusual garb, even for the year after the Summer of Love.
We became friends immediately and spent a lot of time together over the ensuing 47 years. Donnell too. For the last 10 years we all have had a routine of going to the South of France for a few days at the end of January, just boys. Peter McKenna, gynaecologist, is the fourth member of our gang. We were there this year as usual and Paolo reviewed a couple of restaurants for this paper.
Paolo was unusually flush for an undergraduate. He had a sports car and a motorbike and after he moved out of his enormous family home in Booterstown, he had a cool pad in Herbert Street that he shared with the legendary Lothario from Teheran, Khosrow Fazel. There was a fair amount of partying, music and girls. Paolo was a good singer and guitar-player. He was a gifted joke-teller and as we made our way through Dublin University Players, he became the best actor of our generation. I directed him in a few shows including 'Malcolm' by Edward Albee (pictured opposite page).