Paul was a huge influence on my teenage life, at the Tower folk club and elsewhere. He, along with his brother Nick and the late Paul Wright, got me into folk music, rock climbing and Old Holborn rollups...

I still have my hand-written folk song books, started when I was about 16, in which I wrote down the words of songs I heard and wanted to learn. I always noted down who I got the song from, and the name Paul Havell featured prominently.

Paul had the dirtiest laugh I ever heard. It started as a throaty gurgle and grew into a bellow of utter decadence, usually accompanied by the words "you piss-artist!" He had a deep appreciation for the filthiest rugby songs the English language has to offer. He also had the ability, when almost impossibly pissed, to carry on playing the accordion brilliantly long after the power of speech had long escaped him.

God bless you, Paul, you were a lover of life and a one-off marvel.