I have known Jim for 50 years this December when he joined Standard Bank, Bramley, Johannesburg where I was based having joined the bank from Scotland in October 1970 on a two year contract. Both being Scottish, we hit it off from day one and he introduced me to his family shortly thereafter.  I was like an adopted son and was included in most of the family activities to the extent that my son, born in 1990, regarded Jim's mother as "Granny MacAllister". Everything about Jim as a person has already been said but he also had a mischievous side to him which was evident as we socialised, travelled and partied through the early years of the 1970s. In June 1971 we were both chosen to represent Standard Bank S.A. on a football tour of Mozambique.  We didn't fare too well at the football but the night life in Lorenzo Marques more than made up for it. We arrived back in Johannesburg on a weekday morning and told to report directly to work at the bank.  On arriving at the office in Bramley we were both Boet home and told to recuperate! This infamous trip was followed in January 1972 by the most adventurous trip/holiday of my entire life. In December 1971 I asked Jim if he fancied a trip to Rhodesia in January - I had four week's leave due and Jim almost three weeks. He agreed to join me and so we planned our journey - hitchhiking 1000 miles from Johannesburg to Kariba Dam.  It was agreed that I would set off on Saturday 2nd January 1972 and Jim would set off the following week. You must remember that neither of us had ever been there before and there were no mobile phones, no way of making contact, in those days.  We arranged to meet on Saturday 9th January at the "No. 13 Bar" at the Meikle Hotel in the centre of Salisbury (now Harare). I set off as planned and had my own adventures for a week arriving at the "No. 13 Bar" about 4.30 as arranged.  You can imagine my surprise to find Jim holding court at the bar with several locals and that's when our adventures together began. The trip is a chapter on its own and I'm sure Jim, the raconteur that he was, would have retold the stories at many a social gathering. Although three years younger than myself, it was his resourcefulness and level-headed thinking that brought us back safely, three weeks later, to Johannesburg. Although our lives went off in different directions and to different parts of the world we kept in touch and met up several times in Scotland. I will continue to tell the stories and you will never be forgotten, a true gentleman, Cheers Boet