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Remembering Paul Darrow
A couple of random memories of a man who was probably the reason why my wardrobe was full of black clothes for about a decade...
He could be very diplomatic.
Back in the days before I gave up aviation, I went to a Blake's 7 convention in the US where Paul Darrow was a guest.
At the end of the con, a number of fans (mostly female) were travelling in the minibus back to the airport. As Paul approached the bus, every woman who had been sitting next to a friend, magically teleported so that Paul had a whole minibus full of seats next to single women!
He looked at the set up, smiled and said politely to everyone: "I'll sit next to my countrywoman"
So, I got to sit next to Paul Darrow for the trip to the airport :)
When we got to the airport, he offered to buy me a drink. Knowing how he felt about slash fiction (he really didn't like it at all), I felt I had to confession to being a slash reader/writer before taking advantage of his good nature, but he still bought me the drink, and we sat and chatted with a group of fans before our flight to London was called.
He was a good man - his wife who pre-deceased him was also a lovely person.
I don't think he ever understood Avon, but that's just a demonstration of how good a script editor Chris Boucher was - Chris was responsible for the complexities of the character.
He could be very diplomatic.
Back in the days before I gave up aviation, I went to a Blake's 7 convention in the US where Paul Darrow was a guest.
At the end of the con, a number of fans (mostly female) were travelling in the minibus back to the airport. As Paul approached the bus, every woman who had been sitting next to a friend, magically teleported so that Paul had a whole minibus full of seats next to single women!
He looked at the set up, smiled and said politely to everyone: "I'll sit next to my countrywoman"
So, I got to sit next to Paul Darrow for the trip to the airport :)
When we got to the airport, he offered to buy me a drink. Knowing how he felt about slash fiction (he really didn't like it at all), I felt I had to confession to being a slash reader/writer before taking advantage of his good nature, but he still bought me the drink, and we sat and chatted with a group of fans before our flight to London was called.
He was a good man - his wife who pre-deceased him was also a lovely person.
I don't think he ever understood Avon, but that's just a demonstration of how good a script editor Chris Boucher was - Chris was responsible for the complexities of the character.