James Alexander - A Life
James Alexander was my friend.
He was born on 6th December 1957 and died on 6th December 2007 - exactly 50 years old to the day.
I knew him for 35 years and 3 months.
As my birthday is in November of the same year we shared many "in between" celebrations over the years. The one I shall remember most was our "in between" 21st in London. At the time, he was working for Stirling Executive Recruitment agency in Swiss Cottage and dropped in to see me in Kensington in late November after work. By that time, all our friends who had been in London in University and colleges had gone home to various parts of the world and so we saw fit to celebrate our 21st alone together.
We went for a drink (in his souped up red Rover with racing twin-cams!) at the Serpentine Bar in Hyde Park. We had a couple of very strong German beers, and as it was a week day we decided that despite the birthday celebrations we should go home early. As we were getting up to go, we spotted a bottle of champagne on the bar, already on ice. Looking at each other, and it being our 21st's we thought "what the hell" and went for it.
As we half finished the bottle the young pretty blonde waitress came up to us and apologised profusely saying she was in trouble because it was a display bottle and not for sale and she didn't even know how much to charge us. Already well-piggled (and she being pretty and blonde) we said "Don't worry we'll get another bottle of champagne - your most expensive!". (To this day I have no idea who paid and how much it was).
At 11pm closing time, after 2 strong beers and one bottle of champagne each we left the bar to get into his car. The cold winter air hit us and immediately both felt TOTALLY drunk. Sitting in the car we decided James couldn't drive so we sat in the car with the heater going for a while and then decided we should walk it off. Imagine, about half-past midnight, two tottering drunks bumping off trees on the way to the water in the Serpentine. In that short walk, I threw up under a tree, I lost my glasses, and James and I ended up flat on our backs on the cycle path. Getting up on my elbows I told James that there was a big white bicycle painted on the "road" and his reaction was (in total darkness in the middle of the night after the gates of Hyde Park had been closed to the public) "quick, don't get run over, get off the road!"
Eventually we crawled back to the car and sat in it with the heater on. At about 3am there was a knock on the window which woke us up - a couple of bobbies wondering what was up with us. I think they could smell what was wrong when we rolled down the window. Luckily they warned us that having the engine on technically meant we were in charge of a vehicle while drunk so they asked us to switch it off. So we fell back asleep in the cold.
At 6am we were woken by the thump of healthy jogging feet. Sounded like elephants.
Feeling reasonable enough (but no doubt in today's breathalyser-world probably well over the limit) James dropped me off then went home. I went to work at 9am with matchsticks under my eyes and I don't think James went to work at all.
We met again the next evening for ONE hair of the dog.
I created this blog site to remember him and to show how, in his quiet, shy way, he touched everyone he ever met. In his 50 years, he lived a life worthy of several lifetimes as shown by the tributes that follow. I'd always imagined that one day he would retire to Australia, a country he loved next to Malaysia, and we would be retired next door neighbours.
This is not my blog. It is James' blog by all his friends who are quoted herein. Please feel free to contribute.
Teik Peng Oh