James was assembled out of leftover bits of the "London Eye" and mailed to his parents in Bishop’s Willy on the Dole. James grew up straight and tall so his dad rented him out to the town magistrate to prop up the old ladies in the square. After one unfortunate incident with a woman from Gwent, James was urged to seek his fortunes elsewhere. He eventually settled in a historically accurate two-level Norwegian named Hrolf where he lives with his pet Hydrangea and an excellent collection of used war-issue stockings.
James enjoys hiding behind shopping clerks and hopes one day to catch his tail.
Please welcome, before he E-mails me again, our newest and most eager member of the great Fightin’ Irish, :FI:Skipper!