Let the Squirrel get it…..

Have a click on the below link and I am sure you will think the same as me….

Let the squirrel get it

There are two things that make me smile here….. firstly the wee thing is so damn cute, can you imaging it sitting on your desk, waking up and waving at you, and then you whisper into its ear…… what a hoot!

But the second thing is how the article taps into something I hadnt thought of but is really spot on…. technology needs to bridge that gap from being the black/beige/white box/blob into something that we can connect with. More and more we are using these machines to chat to our friends and loved ones, but at the same time we are not dealing with them directly and therefore from behind a keyboard and a screen we are not using the same parts of the brain/emotional spectrum that we would use if we were face to face with someone.

It is far easier to be harsh, or down right nasty, across e-communications cause we dont see the reaction of the person at the other end. It is the mordern “bitching behind someones back”. However if the technological device somehow made us a bit more emotionally aware (well those that are capable of such things – see previous post) we would become a little bit more sensitive to others…..

I would love to see a keyboard that would give us a wee shock everytime we typed something not so nice about someone….. when we wouldn’t say it to their face!


Ross Ireland

I had the unfortunate task, well task is the wrong word but duty doesnt sound right, to go to the funeral of a friend of mine today.

Ross Ireland was 24 years old when he died on the 13th August. I last spoke to Ross on the Thursday before as he was meant to be coming to the Scottish Mini Weekend with me to look for dials and carpets for the Mini he was fixing up with his dad. Unfortunately last minute plan changes at home meant he couldn’t make it and so he gave me a list of things to price up.

It was when I sent him a text message on the Sunday morning, just wanting to check what dials he wanted, that I got a call from his dad to tell me that he had died on the Saturday.

I never knew Ross for a long time, but in that short time I was fond of him. I saw a lot of myself in him, he had a great capacity to want to do the best for people and make everyone happy. I saw Ross cry, and I must admit that it was a really painful experience, but I know that he had people who really loved him all around him.

Ross, to me, was full of energy. I can remember him dancing in Colin’s livingroom, boucing around, smiling and also, as I said, crying. I feel slightly shamed to say that I did not see Ross today. I could not equate the wooden box to the lively enthusiastic Ross that I knew.

I know I will see Ross in future days, all the last week I have seen him with my open eyes dancing and smiling. So I hope that it doesn’t fade too much.

To Ross….. with fond love & Minis…. Rbz

“I don’t like rudeness…..”

In this world I understand that some people don’t get along all the time and that everybody cannot see eye to eye about everything. However saying that I cannot stand, and will stay I actively abhor, people who will see you bad before they see you good. People who will actively set out to try and offend and upset others.

Let me set the scene for those of you who are not familar with the world of “High Politics of the Scottish Mini Scene”, or incase you are the subject of this and don’t recongise yourself!

The Scootish Mini Weekend (SMW) has been a really successful event over the last few years, it is organised by the Caledonian Mini Clan (CMC) and I think I have been to the last three, and sadly due the antics of some clubs and individuals at the event this year, it appears I have been to the last SMW as the organisers announce that they were calling it a day.

The spoiling point of the weekend appeared to start at the very first few minutes of Saturday, when MiniFinity Scotland (Moanifinity Scotland) arrived early to set up their club stand and fell victim to the organisers having changed the plans slightly and requesting that people set up camp first before heading to the show ground. This apparently wasn’t good enough for Moanifinity and set their tone for the weekend.

Due to some previous Moanifinity run-ins with the Mini Clan (the club I was there with) neither club really ventured near each other on the Saturday, however as the the day drew to a close and the entertainment kicked in Moanifinity had another run-in with the CMC; it appears the returned to the club stand area where people had left their cars for the night and the CMC asked them to move either to the entertainment or the campsite, but of course they were “chased off!”.

Later that night one of the ‘grandees’ of Moanifinity sat down with us in the bar and told her tale of woe and how bad the CMC had treated them all. She closed it off with the simple phrase “I don’t like rudeness”.

At that time I gave them the benefit of the doubt, however the next morning I found a really nasty and derogitory ‘poster’ about a fellow Mini Clan member, the contents of which pointed at one group of people; Moanifinity. It is fair to say that this made me mad, the people around me saw how mad I got, but I realised that the group responsible wanted a response to firmly ruin everyones weekend.

This act of outright maliciousness, together with the backstabbing “I don’t like rudeness…..”, has put some people beyond repairing their credibility in my eyes; and some of these are people I have actively supported on the ‘mini scene’ and given lifts to on runs and tried to help.

So, I don’t understand people who wil see you bad before they see you good, but I sure as hell wish they would grow up and get a sense of reality, after all… the story just told is about everyone having a common interest in a silly wee british car that rusts like hell and is a tad unpredictable……… it should be a bonding experience if anything!