the mark is off
February 18, 2009
Unbeknownst to most, bagpipes were actually invented in the Low Countries. Their soothing bleats were based on instruments used to drain the polders with a community of mouths. Some also say that pumping so much frothy seawater out of their land is the root of the dutch obsession with head in their beer. Makes sense to me.
remember the polders?
Speaking of bagpipes and other Brit-pilfered booty…they’re now taking something far less frothy than dutch bierje: our very own Mark Johnson. Er.. their very own .
Mark Johnson is an english landscape architect and former tree surgeon who, until recently, sat directly courtside to his eminence: me. As the fulcrum of the anglo axis at the office, working life will never be the same now that Mark’s gone back to Blighty.
Mark ... stolen from the bliss of tap control. Worse crimes are yet to come...
He has an unparalleled ability to incite laughter. Just when a dead horse has dried into a pile of dust, Mark always replenishes with something smart. Without tastelessness!** It’s amazing. (Damn accent always wins!)
mark and felix. looking sporty on mt. rotterdam
Mark is also refreshingly generous. With his bike, time, and insults… Mark always has something to give. Thanks Mark! Mark left us in style, with steel balls like Cornwallis, refreshed off the citrus of our G&Ts. A true english delicacy. If we could all leave such an impression.
Cheers to Mark and Sara. “Success” in Southampton!
Mark... redeemed. Right side of bar, wrong side of channel.
**Not valid after 2 beers.
