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Jim Smith
(his real name, honest) but when making
hotel reservations he books in as Frank
Sinatra. Born in Motherwell, the son of a
Cameronian who, as the story goes, on his
return from fighting the Hun, opened the
door and knocked the two-year old Jim off
his potty. That’s when Jim started drinking
malt whisky. Before retiring to Cyprus,
Jim’s working life took him from the heat of
Abu Dhabi to the chill of Abu Deen. He has
recently been known to earn extra pennies at
weekends translating for Peter Hogg. |