Monday, October 29, 2007

Herr Nilsson not just a digital friend...


Ten years ago I crossed one of the side roads to Blvd de la Croissette in Cannes, at one of the 60 events I have attended, in the South of France. Having “bumped” into a variety of celebrities during my time there none delighted me more that this particular old lady who was walking on her own without any bodyguards or without any entourage. She was just an old frail lady, whom to the crowds was a nobody. But to me, she was the ultimate superstar...she was the only person I have asked for an autograph she was simply Astrid Lindgren…

Astrid Lindgren wrote some of the classic Swedish children stories of our times from Pippi Longstocking (Pippi Långstrump), Emil of the Maple Hills (Emil i Lönneberga) and Karlsson on the Roof (Karlsson på taket). Astrid took time and had a chat to me, a simple Swedish boy, whose claim to fame was to ride the blow up goose as a child. However it was in one of those stories, the story of Pippi Longstocking that Herr, or Mr Nilsson, came into play. The trustwordy friend, in this case a monkey, to Pippi appeared. After watching these stories as a child and later on, to delight of my daughter, I thought that everyone should have a Mr Nilsson and I am so very pleased to be able to say that I have one…

Of 40 years now I have had, and still have, my own Mr Nilsson, he is just my best friend of all times. We went to school for some 11 years, before that we managed to swim in the sea, burn down the local forest, getting married, not to each other but to separate women. He married Mrs Nilsson and I married Mrs Ericson. Out of all friends I have, Mr Nilsson, who should not be confused with Pippi’s little monkey, as my Mr Nilsson does a very bad job climbing trees and eating nuts. However my Mr Nilsson does provide everything that friendship should do, updating me with the local ice hockey results from the Tigers home games, provide Peugeot and Renault support over the phone, far better than any local dealership and best of all…he listens when I have something to say.

Does he care that I have met the Status Quo…well in fact he does, he wants copies of any freebies that I might have been given, but all in all he is very much like me, he likes that it the winter it snows, and that in the summer it is hot…he likes a good BBQ, no chicken included though as he is allergic, but he loves a SAAB 96, and if you ask him, he will write you an essay on how too increase the engine size and what carburettor to use, plus he would probably drive to Austria to participate in classic rally only to find out that he did not bring the wiper arm to the motorized wipers which eventually made them to pull out of the rally…

Sebastian Loeb might get a bit upset of his Citroen team arrived without wiper arms to his WRC car, but in this case it was Mr Nilsson…he worked everything out even down to the replacement handbrake wire…but left the wiper arm at home…None of the team got upset they just went on with the rally, when the snow was too heavy the SAAB 96 had to pull out and retire, the team enjoyed a couple of days of R&R and talked about how next year they might bring another wiper arm…

This week I have had something new to celebrate, Mr Nilsson my childhood friend has finally arrived into the 21st century, today, by means of digital communication I received my first ever email from him…albeit it being 27 images from a snowy classic car rally in Austria doesn’t matter…the fact is that I did receive an email…so from now on my childhood friend and I will move our friendship into cyberspace…I am the luckiest guy in the world…

This is the fact of life…get yourself a Mr Nilsson, hang on to him and in time your friendship will move from analogue to digital communication…a far cry better than when you start from a digital position…

Labels: , , ,

Friday, November 17, 2006

Organic...Yeah right...


First of all I have to apologise to all my friends and family out there who has been emailing me over the last couple of weeks telling me to update my blog…

Honestly I am sorry and secondly if you came and did my DIY for me there would be more time to do my blog…

Mr Nilsson came over to visit with his son and we went to the Jeremy Clarkson and BBC Top Gear sponsored MPH and the Classic Car show at the NEC in Birmingham. This is where the problems started. You see Mr Nilsson is a Peugeot expert and since he persuaded me to buy a hand built Pug 306 Convertible designed by Penafirini for Mrs E he was in charge, and when he decided to look at it and see that it would go through the MOT he found out that it would not. He found that a common error with these cars was a small hole on the exhaust, so being the expert he took out my welding kit. Now I know that most of you would be thinking cheapskate and busman’s holiday…but this was not the case…he loved working on the car whilst his son loved the ride on mower…trust me I am Swedish…what is wrong with that? I am now looking for friends who are plumbers and carpenters…

So whilst all this is going on Mrs E wants me to re-decorate the hall and the dining room…my time in front of the computer has now been drastically reduced to a night time event…

However I did have the time to read the papers and watch the news, between who wants to be a super model and I’m a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here…and eggs come to my mind…

We all remember when Mr Major was shagging Mrs C had a spout with the press that the eggs were contaminated and we ended up with “not going to work on an Egg”…What I find hilarious around this time…not that Edwina had anything to with it…is the fact that it was a scam on ORGANIC eggs…

What can I say…having lived and grown up with vegetables and food stuff which came a few miles from where I was born there was never a question of what you where eating. So why complain now when my eggs are not from my farmer but from a a guy called Pedro in Barcelona? Now some of my friends are insisting that they rather pay twice the price for and egg or chick knowing that the blighter had a good life…and then you killed it??

When I walk the isle at the supermarket I look at the prices and if a cheap anaemic chick, no not a model, the feathered one, looks at me I wont shop…no different from a bar. Does any guys out there know of a man…now remember a said a MAN…who likes and fancies an anaemic bird…who is organic…and does only eat fish…which is not farmed…

I am sorry to be the one to advise to the world that when it says I AM ORGANIC…Don’t believe it…someone wrote it and put it there….it is called marketing.

Labels: , , ,