Kipnap!

This weblog will be an addendum to my home blog Nederfles, and relates in pictures the tale (started by the British contingent of Grontmij Maunsell) of a cock who has been ascribed the name Eggbert, and his foray into the world of kipnapping (sic).

Egbert de Haan, one of our colleagues in the office whose name fairly unfortunately translates literally as Egbert the Cock (and hence begs the whole chicken/Eg question), brought a stuffed toy representing the male of the chicken (kip) species into the office, and said doll, when squeezed, emitted a cry of cock-a-doodle-doo, three times.

After barely a fortnight of this far-too-frequent irritation, Stuart and I decided that we’d had enough and one evening, whilst working late, we swiped it. Various photographs have been sent anonymously to Egbert, illustrating the holding of the chicken by masked (though fairly recognisable) men in various bars, on trains, in Amsterdam, outside a branch of KFC and up a mountain in North Wales (not my doing – Stuart’s one of these outdoor types). A ransom demand of Rebecca Loos and one hundred chocolate eggs has been presented (listen, this is the Netherlands: it took us two days to think of anything worth asking for that they had here) and, since the ransom remains undelivered, the hapless chicken continues to be a hostage.