People often wonder how Scottish Stuart and Irish Dave managed to work together at IBTSC. Well, it wasn’t difficult and it was fun. We had a lot in common. People had difficulty understanding us (particularly Stuart) when we spoke. We’re both pipers – no I don’t play the bagpipes, work it out for yourself. We shared a similar kind of humour, the ‘always slag off your mate as much as possible’ kind of humour. We shared each other’s toys, little windup toys, we amassed a great collection and our favourite was the woodpecker. We had such fun with the woodpecker. We both spent Wednesdays trying to avoid Dorothy – that’s her day in the office. We spent everyday trying to avoid Marianne and there’s a reason the library was on a different floor of the building – sorry Pieter!
In practice our working week went along the following lines:
Monday morning we’d look at each other wondering how we both managed to end up in the Netherlands. Then we would proceed to lament the coffee on offer before a conversation about what needed to be done by Friday – and what there was half a chance of getting done by Friday.
A few days in the pressure would tell on one of us – usually Stuart would crack first and start throwing a starfish on his head. Ok, so he never actually threw a starfish but he would start playing with the windup toys and playing bagpipe music loudly.
Inevitably I too would succumb to a little craziness and need my level headed colleague to pull me back from the edge of insanity with one of those ‘wise up and catch yourself on wee lad’ looks
By the end of the week all composure was gone and we just embraced crazy.
Stuart, I will miss your friendship, companionship and craic. Here’s a little tune to bring a tear to the eye