Spooks

Over the last few days, Darren, who is a fan of the BBC TV show ‘Spooks’, has been pretending to be a spy. I’m not quite sure as to how it started - he must have said something about working as a commercial estate agent just as a cover up - but it’s now as large a part of our daily office routine as his step-diving is.  Taking advantage of the fact that Call-me-Harry was out of the office, this week we spent a whole day behaving like spooks - which seems to consist mainly in standing behind doors holding an invisible gun, looking surreptitiously to the right and then to the left before bursting into the next room - more FBI than MI5 I guess, but you can’t be too specific.  At Darren’s mouthing of ‘Get down! Get down!’, I have to duck under my desk and seek cover - although I have taken the liberty of adding a gunfight-stile-down-and-roll-and-shoot move to my repertoire. I have been wearing trousers a lot this week primarily for this purpose.

The Spook needed a name, a nice punchy one, like Jason Bourne - and so McKenzie Grange was born. Now whenever I phone Darren from my desk, he answers ‘McKenzie Grange..?’. He signs off his dictation ‘McKenzie Grange’. And I’ve created a McKenzie Grange email account. 

So I get paid peanuts, but at least I can say that I work with a Spook.

Comments

[Stoom]

First you say that you have become bored with writing about office life, then you post three priceless gems in a row. Keep up the good work.

[Me]

Thank you, you're too kind :-)
I guess I've been lucky that in the past couple of weeks there has been plenty of material to blog about!