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‘But those occasions with zeros on the end are a good opportunity to reflect.
‘Musically, I’d run into a kind of brick wall,’ he says of his decision to sidestep into hospitality. So I thought, “OK, maybe this is the next stage of my life.” Ironically, being down in Sicily recharged my batteries, so now I spend hardly any time there.’Jim’s far-flung adventures seem emblematic of the restless, outward-looking spirit that propelled him and Simple Minds guitarist and best friend Charlie Burchill from a Glasgow high-rise to the four points of the compass (Charlie now lives in Rome).Meanwhile, James, his 18-year-old son with Patsy, is taking his A-levels, ‘but is always messing around with guitars and going to festivals’. Which seems to beg the question – is it a case of father trying to compete with son? Surveying, then, a history which appears to have taught us nothing, and be leading us no further—for who can now accept the neat, self-satisfied definitions with which party historians strove to prove their points? Always, one thinks, the character and actions of individual men and women, people whose common humanity was tempered and influenced by their positions and environments and the peculiar questions of their times; these were more similar than at first appears, small exterior differences of customs, problems, local atmosphere, are apt to be much exaggerated; the mainsprings of human character have remained unchanged; ambition, spirituality, love, hate, self-interest, self-sacrifice, lust for fame, for power, for money, struggling with piety, asceticism, altruism; all played upon by circumstance, by environment, by the actions of others, in brief, the one theme of fact and fiction alike when it treats with humanity, man's dealing with his destiny—what interest is there save this?The following is an account of the childhood and youth of a man who, by reason of his position and his character, has constantly occupied the attention of his fellows, been extravagantly lauded, fiercely slandered, blamed for much for which he could not, perhaps, have been responsible, and praised for much that was, perhaps, not owing to him, but by all admitted to have been one who by sheer force of moral and mental qualities had, as one of his enemies remarked, "the honour of being for thirty years the first personage in Europe." A man who could, in any period, have held such a position, could have achieved a prominence that excited both the deep admiration and bitter fury of his contemporaries, must furnish material for a relation of more than ordinary interest; it is, however, a relation that has scarcely hitherto been undertaken.The letters of the elder Huygens, already noted, edited by J. Worp (The Hague, 1917), contain valuable details as to the early life of William III, the affairs of the town of Orange, etc., in the 9th and 10th volumes.
The younger Huygens' Journaal gives an account of the campaigns in the Spanish Netherlands from 1673 to 1678, which is, of course, invaluable, though the writer was a formal man occupied with his own point of view; the Dagboek by the same faithful secretary does not touch the period treated here.
Gourville's character was tainted, and Groen Van Prinsterer thought his evidence valueless.
De Pomponne's Mmoires (Paris, 1860) cover the ground between 1671-1679.
The Marquis de Saint Maurice was the envoy of the Duke of Savoy at Versailles and accompanied Louis XIV in the campaigns of 1672-1673, of which he has left a lively account.
The vivid and touching Lettres et Mmoires de Marie, Reine d'Angleterre (The Hague, 1880), are of the first importance, and there is an interesting collection of Mary II's earlier letters in Letters of Two Queens, by B.
‘It definitely took me back to that 18-year-old time,’ he says. In this spirit of reminiscence, we’re taking the affable Jim – still dressed in his trademark black; his level, candid gaze intact – back to the Columbia Hotel just north of Hyde Park, in the 80s the hostelry of choice for out-of-town bands on the cusp of success. ‘Marc Almond was staying in the room next to mine,’ he says, contemplating the grimy net curtains. It was quite a scene.’ And one that Jim couldn’t fully immerse himself in, owing to a lifelong aversion to alcohol.