James Murphy
Thornton B: 1994 - 1997
Lamb A: 1997 - 2000
Grecians East: 2000 - 2001

The truth about beaver is hard to determine. He has held down more pseudonyms more consistently than anyone I’ve ever known. To attempt to list them would be like trying to pummel a toilet bare fisted, once possible after a half of vodka and a pitcher of fosters. Yet before his sabbatical, and his ensuing right wing tirades, James was but an innocent choirboy. Although even then he watched vast amounts of telly. The wasps new sting was unveiled with an indignant blast at the prison system, “Hindley did nothing wrong”. Although, despite the names and mild mannered nature, I feel I can pin down the real James Murphy (the police can’t). He’s kind, sensible and generous. As good a friend as you could ever want, someone who after 7 years you could say every minute of getting to know him was worth while. Take care of yourself mate and good luck, not that you’d need it. Hope later in life I can be honoured with your company again. P.S. Today at Chessington Big Murphy, the cold-blooded Irish killer, yopped twice. Go figure.