James joined sproutlore, like another 30 others at Octocon in 1993.
When nothing had been done by January 1995 he had a little spat with Padraig O Mealoid (his best freind) which sort of ended with, 'well if you think you can a better job off with you', 'Fucking right I can', and really that defines an awful lot about the man and the club. James will claim he does everything, as he gets your membership money off you in the bar, just as he orders a round with the same money, and he actually does come up with the ideas, works hard and then sees to it that everything is actually done which is slightly different.
He is the leader or dictator or motivator or diplomat or editor or cheif stamp licker and he has a terrible knack for doing exactly what he sets out to do, with a certain vigour and a bit of charm.
Although one could say he is a no nonsense type of guy, he comes up with the nonsenseical ideas of bus and boat trips, aliens stealing bags and various other events.Guides, Brentford Mercuries, and merchandise all get the OK from his steally eye and generally nothing happens with out his involvement somewhere and it probably wouldnt happen otherwise.
He has set out the club to be a club he would actually want to join, which is perhaps why we have a lot of mad events and gatherings in bars.He also said he didnt want to have 32 pages of 'boring pseudo rankin rip off crap', and this has been reflected in the variety of material published in The Brentford mercury, an emphasis on unseen rankin, interesting and humourus articles, reveiws, and good fiction no mater how unrelated to RR once it is a damn good read.
He and the club have become one and the same and he reckons the row with padraig was a good day, after all.
Favourite drink: Cider.
Most famous quote: My hamster likes to chew on my ring.