Patrick, Pat or Paddy , whatever you preferred to call him was genuinely the most popular person i know. He was always 'Paddy' to me , we grew up together in Bradwell avenue and have a lifetime of memories , the street games we used to play , the bonfires we built (we even took Mike Morgan's back door for the bonfire when his Dad removed it just to paint) , building our brilliant den in his back garden , making and racing boggies (go karts), playing on Lostock park , watching his Dad sawing a branch off his tree when he was sat on the very same branch he was sawing (and Paddy didn't even tell him) , sat in his back garden with his Dad telling us stories about his plantation in Jamiaca while slicing pieces of mango for us (which was quite exotic at the time) his wonderful Mum walking up the street with her shopping bags , his Dad driving all the way off the estate in 1st gear!!. always the fittest and fastest , no one could beat Paddy back to the lamp post at hide and seek. He was a bit shy in the earlier days but became so confident and outgoing as he got older , when most people needed some alcohol to start enjoying themselves Paddy was the life and soul of the party without ever touching a drop , he was intoxicated on life.
His brilliant laugh and smile brightened up everyones day ,whether you bumped into him in Stretford precinct or he visited you in hospital on one of his breaks as an anaesthetist , he left everyone feeling happier.
In more recent years i've had the pleasure of socialising with him and his lovely wife Sally at their house and when they visited us at Silverdale and at sadder occasions like funerals of neighbours and family where he would always turn up to pay his respects and share his memories, i'm sure if restrictions allowed there would be hundreds turning up to his funeral to pay respects to an absolute Legend, gonna really miss you Paddy ,R.I.P. my good friend. xxx
Patrick, Pat or Paddy , whatever you preferred to call him was genuinely the most popular person i know. He was always 'Paddy' to me , we grew up together in Bradwell avenue and have a lifetime of memories , the street games we used to play , the bonfires we built (we even took Mike Morgan's back door for the bonfire when his Dad removed it just to paint) , building our brilliant den in his back garden , making and racing boggies (go karts), playing on Lostock park , watching his Dad sawing a branch off his tree when he was sat on the very same branch he was sawing (and Paddy didn't even tell him) , sat in his back garden with his Dad telling us stories about his plantation in Jamiaca while slicing pieces of mango for us (which was quite exotic at the time) his wonderful Mum walking up the street with her shopping bags , his Dad driving all the way off the estate in 1st gear!!. always the fittest and fastest , no one could beat Paddy back to the lamp post at hide and seek. He was a bit shy in the earlier days but became so confident and outgoing as he got older , when most people needed some alcohol to start enjoying themselves Paddy was the life and soul of the party without ever touching a drop , he was intoxicated on life.
His brilliant laugh and smile brightened up everyones day ,whether you bumped into him in Stretford precinct or he visited you in hospital on one of his breaks as an anaesthetist , he left everyone feeling happier.
In more recent years i've had the pleasure of socialising with him and his lovely wife Sally at their house and when they visited us at Silverdale and at sadder occasions like funerals of neighbours and family where he would always turn up to pay his respects and share his memories, i'm sure if restrictions allowed there would be hundreds turning up to his funeral to pay respects to an absolute Legend, gonna really miss you Paddy ,R.I.P. my good friend. xxx
