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(, Thu 14 Jan 2010, 12:10)
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James! Abduction! Mutilation! Karate!
One of my former colleagues was the proud owner of a two foot tall James Brown model which he kept perched upon the edge of his desk. Unfortunately he was in the habit of pressing a little button that would cause James to scream, then launch into a colossally loud rendition of 'I Feel Good'. This was irritating, particularly as it was something that cost me money. I work selling ad space to directors of major companies across the globe. It is vital to come across on the phone as professional and knowledgeable, while being persuasive and approachable. This requires concentration. Neither the appearance of professionalism nor concentration is aided by a loud toy being activated behind you. The issue was raised, requests for James to remain silent during sales hours were ignored, and his singing became more regular, just to annoy everyone.

Clearly something needed to be done. As much as I wanted to throw James from a window, I didn't. I nicked him instead.

I had planned to hide James for a day or two before returning him to his owner with a note requesting future silence. However, I went to the pub in the meantime and as so often happens, things got a little out of hand.

A livejournal account was set up (As this is 5+ years back the exact name used escapes me, something like where's james, I think). A hotmail account was set up, and an email was sent to his owner, from James, explaining that he was fed up of being disliked by his owner's colleagues and he was going away for a while. This was reproduced online and was accompanied by a photo of James with a suitcase, standing at a taxi rank. The owner hit the roof, and over the next three weeks went straight through it. This was because James kept posting pictures and blogs detailing his adventures. By this point the whole company was reading the blogs and were thoroughly enjoying the owner's discomfort. Whilst very angry, however, James' owner was also suppressing his amusement. Had someone else been the victim he would have been enjoying it immensely.during these few weeks, James was photographed in bars and clubs, with drinks, cigarettes and the odd line in the toilet. He had kisses from girls documented, and then we got ambitious. Postcards arrived from across Europe and images of him at customs and on a plane were posted, as my friends got involved.

Then I ran out of ideas for adventures. However, I was enjoying the peace and quiet and wasn't ready to return him. So things took a turn for the sinister as James was kidnapped..

A letter arrived with James' owner a few days later, with each letter cut from a newspaper or magazine in the time-honoured style. Ransom demands were made (assorted foolish tasks, for instance, wearing his shirt inside out, odd shoes etc). These ransom demands were not met, so I was left with no alternative but to carry out my threats of mutilating James. I bought a duplicate doll (£40!!!!!) and every couple of days a hand, or limb, or nose would arrive with the owner, all sent by recorded delivery. His anger and frustration boiled over. Threats of violent retribution were made, complaints to the MD were made, and laughed out of the office, and finally the owner promised that if he got him back, he'd keep James quiet.

Another recorded delivery letter arrived the next day, containing a cryptic clue; the first of several in a treasure hunt leading to James, the whole, undamaged, unblemished James. His owner shed a tear upon finding him. Despite his best efforts he still has no idea who was behind James' absence.

As a post-script, James died soon afterwards. I left the company about a month after returning James. A week after this, the owner returned to his old ways and another colleague karate kicked James into oblivion.

RIP James
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 20:40, 8 replies)
thats hysterical
clicky for you
(, Mon 18 Jan 2010, 23:40, closed)
Though it sounds like James' owner was the one who deserved to be karate-kicked into oblivion.
(, Tue 19 Jan 2010, 2:06, closed)
I have a mate who has a James.
I fucking hate that thing. If I were still in the same country as him, I would be very tempted to copy your genius. Click.
(, Tue 19 Jan 2010, 7:06, closed)
I never thought it possible
to really hate a piece of noisy plastic. But James did it...
(, Tue 19 Jan 2010, 7:16, closed)
This is everything I've ever wanted and then some
*clicks lots*
(, Tue 19 Jan 2010, 8:08, closed)
outstanding :D
consider that *clicked*!
(, Tue 19 Jan 2010, 9:15, closed)
My colleagues did a similar thing with Rolf the piano playing muppet. Whilst the owner was on maternity leave he clocked up some serious air miles going to Cuba, Madrid, the States, Bruges and a couple of music festivals. He arrived back on his shelf in time for her return to work, and she was none the wiser until we presented her with a 300 strong photograph album of all his escapades. Bemused doesn't cover it.
(, Tue 19 Jan 2010, 11:30, closed)
Please make a blog of the pics :D
(, Tue 19 Jan 2010, 12:05, closed)

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