My dad was a Jim. I feel like I have the vaguest recollection of being at an age of having known his name was Jim, and initially perplexity trying to take onboard that his name was also James, and that they were somehow the same. This is me not smoking, by the way. Anyway I just got a response to a product enquiry from a James, and he's not the first James I've corresponded with representing whichever company I've been dealing with lately. Which made me wonder is James a fashionable name now? If dad was alive I'd ask him - one of those things you never get round to when you can - did it mean he was, so to speak, owned by Jame? Or was he so named for the quality of being more than one Jame? If anyone here knows the answer, you know... because we can't dig him up and reanimate him on account of he was burned. I've probably said before I had Smokestack Lightning playing. It was supposed to be when he was going into the furnace, but they inverted the playlist, possibly thinking I was having a laugh. So we walked in to Smokestack Lightning and he trundled through the curtain to The Immigrant Song. But I don't think I mentioned that on scattering his ashes on the winning post at Cheltenham Racecourse a gust of wind blew him back in my face. Possibly I have at least one Jame embedded in the shit lining my lungs (which shit will probably aid the combustion process when it's my turn!) The trouble with getting high on smoking cessation is it doesn't last very long. So you have to keep starting again so's you can quit.
I’m a Jamie, Scottish derivative of James. I get called Jay, Jame, James, Jimmy but only a few call me by Jamie. My maternal grandfather was Jim. My son is Jim. it’s a good name. And I hope it’s Ok I laughed at your playlist choice and the ashes incident!
If I'd seen it happen to someone else I'd have laughed so much I could have wet myself, but I didn't see the funny side of it at the time! He'd have loved Smokestack Lightning. He's the guy who said I had to stay up one night to see this new program, when I could barely keep my eyes open, thus introducing me to Monty Python. I was probably 8 yrs old. Before long me and this other kid who was also allowed to stay up to see it were rolling up our trouser legs in class, putting knotted hankies on our heads and doing the Gumbys introducing The Architects Sketch (to the amusement of the teacher). Though The Immigrant Song was good in Robert Plant singing "Valhalla I am coming", Zep were probably his favourite band. III was his favourite of their albums and that his favourite track off of it. And I got it for him for his birthday, the first time I went to the shop and handed over the money myself rather than mum doing it for me. Dad was from Fife. In England everyone called him Jim - except his older brothers and sister, who called him Jimmy. Indeed, he was a Jimmy B.
