Memory Box

An email out the blue to tell me that my old Uni pal, JI, had died about a year ago. We hung out together a lot at Uni; he was an amazing and unique guy. Mental for anything jazz that was way out there, and a wonderful natural drummer, he was quite unconstrained by society around him. Ha, that had its challenges too.
Here we are - the Honours graduation class, eh? That's me at the extreme right and JI next to me - a photo I eventually found again this evening.
Not long after that his life changed dramatically and forever. He was hit by a bus backpacking in France, was brought back to the UK in a coma, and never fully recovered. We used to go visit him and he made it up here, but it was pretty tragic and over the years I guess we all fell out of touch. I'll always remember how he was back then, "Home of Golf" spray painted on the back of his jacket. Ach, Jimmie, Jimmie.