Jaaaaaaaaames Baa-aaaaaxter is a mythical beach ball riding horse that can only say his own name. He is loved by all but his only love is the seaside. He is allergic to Karen's, and middle management. His occupation is unknown but he likes drugs.

He has been known to ride his beach ball between Beatles themed pubs.

The two states of being are as a human being, or a hungry ghost. Semi-regularly you need to ask yourself which you are. Sometimes it is human. Others, alas, it is hungry ghost.

The hungry ghost seeks validity outside of themselves. Someone pining for an indifferent ex is a hungry ghost. Someone who arrives alone at 6:30 on Saturday night to a pub is probably a hungry ghost. Obsessive checking of mobile phones, chat sites or networks are clear signs that one is a hungry ghost.

The best thing to do is just stay home and ride it out. Read a book. Find some good clean fun.

The second coming of god. Mode of transportation: a beach ball. Often takes the form of a horse