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!
