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John Brian James (born 24 October 1948) is an English former footballer who played as a striker. He played in The Football League for Port Vale, Chester and Tranmere Rovers, making 381 appearances in the process, and also played in the North American Soccer League for the Chicago Sting. He won promotions out of the Fourth Division with Port Vale, Chester and Tranmere.
James began his career in his native Staffordshire with Port Vale, turning professional in April 1966. He became a first team regular from September 1967 and went on to make more than 200 league appearances for Vale, including 43 in the club's promotion season from Division Four in 1969–70. His goals were crucial to the club, top scorer in both 1969–70 and 1970–71 with 17 and 15 goals respectively. He missed much of the 1971–72 campaign due to a cartilage injury requiring two separate operations. After returning to the squad in February 1972 he was much less effective and lost his first team spot.
John James (10 May 1914 – 27 January 2002) was a British racing driver from England who was born in Packwood, Warwickshire and died in St. Julian's, Malta. He competed in one Formula One World Championship Grand Prix. James was an engineer who acquired a Maserati 4CLT/48, and entered the 1951 British Grand Prix, retiring from a damaged radiator after 23 laps. Regulation changes for 1952 limited his Maserati to competing in Formula Libre only, and he competed in several sprint races before retiring from racing.
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Saturday night at the Adam Smith Hall
the couples all move to the dance master's call
tonight they've no problems, no worries at all
the dancing's the dancing tonight
But, oh, Monday morning it comes round too soon
the sound of the flax mill, the beat of the loom
but tonight the band's playing a romantic tune
the dancing's the dancing tonight
Her partner is perfect, he's light on his feet
the footwork is graceful, perhaps they might meet
by chance by the auld kirk or on Hunter Street
on the way to the Adam Smith hall
Walking home late by Kirkcaldy's sea wall
the sea looks so big, the sky is so tall
the fate of two people can't matter at all