Friday, February 27, 2009

P in Puff Daddy

P has a project abroad again. In a few weeks, he’s off to Ireland for the next three months (luckily coming back home on weekends).
I’d love to write a whole piece on the place he’s been sent to – which caused us fits of laughter all night long. Unfortunately, the information is classified, as everything always is at the Cool Consulting Company. The name reminds P of Puff Daddy… Wherever he gets the connection with the rap star is beyond me, but from now on, that’ll be our code name.

Puff Daddy is a tiny village with 400 inhabitants (fit of laughter nr.1), who, I assume, all work in the one factory where the project will be. Do a search on Google image, and you’ll get one picture: right, the local Guinness pub (fit of laughter nr.2). Do a search on “hotels in Puff Daddy”, and you’ll get : “sorry, no results” (fit of laughter nr.3).
P’s first question was: how will I get there??? Me: by boat (fit of laughter nr.4, by now the tears were streaming down my cheeks, and I could not utter one serious word anymore). Sure enough, one more search on Google confirmed my answer : main means of transportation in Puff Daddy = the local ferry port.

When we went to bed, I wanted to tell P that, despite all the laughter, I will be missing him like hell. I found no better way to express my feelings than by starting to sing:

My Bonny is over the ocean,
My Bonny is over the sea.
My Bonny is over the ocean.
Oh bring back my Bonny to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my Bonny to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my Bonny to me.

(followed by fit of laughter nr.5)

1 comment:

John Salomon said...

Cool Consulting Companies only send their Cool Consultants to not-so-cool places, I think.