When I first saw the Morris Mini-Minor I was holding my father's hand. Even as a seven-year-old, I was astonished. We'd driven to the showroom in a Humber Super Snipe, a huge car of black paint and smelly brown leather.
The contrast was compelling and probably initiated my interest in design.
When I first saw BMW's new Mini, I was disappointed. It seemed bloated and over-wrought, a travesty of Alec Issigonis' purist intentions. But when I drove it, I soon changed my mind. It is brilliant.