And to his sisters, more often than not, it was 'That Jamie!', said with a combination of exasperation & perverse pride as we waited for him to arrive for some family event.
To my late brother-in-law's co-workers, as this memorial plaque attests to, he was 'James'.
To his hockey team-mates, he was 'Murray'.
And to his wife Christine he was 'Pooks' (which I still find vaguely disturbing).
There are any number of possibilities for trite identity analogies involving personnas and identifiers - the type of superficial analogy I normally find irresistible.
I'll take a pass just this once.