At the sight of Mr Big Big Bossy Big Boss making an inspection tour of a nearby area, I slip away from my desk in pursuit of a cup of tea, fearing the impact on the organization should someone important make the mistake of asking me a question. Along the way I meet Boyo, who is similarly pursuing tea but without ready cash about his person, and is lurking with the intent of prising a cuppa out of some misguided but well-intentioned soul like me.
On our way back, he asks me what Djangolina is up to.
"She's off for a week on a school trip to a place on the Isle of Wight called 'Little Canada'," I respond, truthfully.
"I can imagine what they do there - eat donuts, play ice hockey, learn to discuss lesbianism. In French. 'I'm from Saskatchewan, eh?'..." He is getting into his stride by now.
At this point, we reach a door. Approaching from the other side is a strikingly attractive South Asian lady whom neither of us have seen before. I stand aside chivalrously to let her through. Boyo - his head twisted through 90 degrees to continue holding forth to me, fails to register her presence walks past her saying, in a high-pitched mock-Djangolina voice "Daddy - all the men here are called Mr MacKenzie!"
I smile wanly at the woman as she flees for her life, clearly having come to the snap decision that the place is a madhouse.
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Huh. Little Canada. How odd.
I'm from Big Canada, eh?
How's it goin' buddy? Whaddya at?
In the house of the mad the man with the high-pitched mock-Djangolina voice is King.
So it's true then, Boyo is the Big Bossy Boss. Well, no surprise, it's what Moscow Central trained him for.
WrathofDawn - welcome! Pull up a snowmobile and help yourself to a squirrel. It cannot be coincidence that the word verification code for this is "north".
Gadjo - that's what we're afraid of.
Inky - Not even this organisation would be quite mad enough to appoint Boyo as boss, although it would be entertaining if shortlived.
I still put "Director General" in the next-year's objectives section of my appraisal.
Really Boyo? Mine says "Become producer of new x-rated late-night version of 'Postman Pat'". I've done scripts and everything...
In a world of strange coincidences I met my husband whilst working at Little Canada when it was a Pontins. Shane Richie also worked there as a Blue Coat and that's a true story.
I am sure she will have a great time,it's a lovely location, sadly I think they still use the same sheds ( sorry accomodation ) as when we were there.
I'm thinking of setting up a "Littler Wales" theme park at the old Reading gasworks. "Littler" , for Wales itself is tiny. Parents will be queueing up to throw their kids into the Slate Quarry Xperience, after passing through the Grudging Welcome Centre.
Tell us more about Evil Postman Pat, Gyppo. Reminds me of this charming Italian version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWdABb2zooA
Blackgang Chine was the highlight of my school journeys to the IoW.
Daphne - is that a place or a Franco-Hong Kong porno co-production?
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