It's absolutely baffling. I assume the museum and institute want money coming in and much recognition to swell visitor numbers and further their charitable aims - not that I've ever met anyone who really gave a stuff about John Ruskin, so, assuming that, although it's a charity, there still has to be a business element, what do they do? Sit in an enormous stinking huff with no more cards left to play - or align themselves with a team that can and would make their dreams come true?
Likewise, Gina. She loves the publicity and being fêted and photographed so, what to do there? A proper hatchet job in the back for the guys, girls, families and supporters who've done so much to make many of those appearances possible in recent years or, get right behind them in anticipation of the next big TV and public knees up?
And as for the Qualcast Kid - he puts me in mind of one of our chickens that never learned how to go around chicken wire. If it could see its mates through the wire it would hurl itself at the mesh time and again in a vain effort to get to them and it died at a ripe old age having still never worked it out!
We have sat here quietly soaking up the false accusations and allegations and listening, taking the blows and putting up with the bulls**t in the hope that those who have made such catastrophic arses of themselves would wake up one morning and think, oops! So we just kept our heads down so as not to make matters worse but seeing as there's no sign of any epiphanies I will be setting the record straight. I will set out how the museum got in league with The Kid to draw up a new donation agreement that cut BBP out completely (not that that was even remotely possible) then published the old version that they knew very well had been superseded and claimed we'd failed to meet our obligations. I will tell the story of Novie and his number plates and set out in detail all the silly nonsense with the lawyers - the museum broke every rule in the Charities Commission book when it comes to litigation, oh there's a lot of long-overdue home truths going to be laid bare as soon as the diary comes back and that's imminent.
Having given all of this much thought I've concluded that my take on it is a by-product of having a background in industry and manufacturing. I saw plenty of suppliers and customers that would never go for a pint together after work but I never saw a customer harm his or her business because they were in a big stupid huff with a supplier and vice-versa, it just doesn't compute!
The number of people who ask me what the latest is I tell them and they're appalled and disbelieving in equal measure. But it matters not because, as I've said before, the BBP has long since transcended the tin boat. We finally launched our support boat this week and thoroughly enjoyed having it back under our feet after so many years and its near destruction by scallop fishermen and we'll get much joy from it from here on.
We had a wonderful evening of BBP team members and their partners and kids last night firing up Richie's home-built pizza oven for the first time and our Rob - a veteran of the project of fifteen years - has some long lost family staying nearby this coming week so we'll all enjoy meeting them. Then there's our Crusader model that we're all enjoying getting ready for the big anniversary in 2022, Jetstar awaiting resumption of its rebuild and a thousand and one other tasks. And, get this - there's a film script about the project nearing completion with interest from some big players and the question is already being asked, will Bluebird play herself in the movie? That, of course, would be fun but in the event that the silliness continues we'll be building a running movie prop so all our lovingly built chunks of Bluebird will be coming off to be used on that. There's much to be getting on with while we watch and wait and wonder if common sense will prevail but don't cross your fingers and toes or you'll get cramp after a while.