Neil Hopcroft

Oh, and while I’m at it, if there are any security and/or embedded coders out there, could you drop me a mail – I’ve got some project ideas I’d like to kick around.

Eeeps, 9 hours ’til I leave for Helsinki and I’ve not started packing yet. Why am I so disorganised?

Teen rage… “The mother had – clearly ill-advisedly – decided to confiscate her daughter’s mobile phone. She ended up barricaded in her bedroom for her trouble, with the frenzied adolescent hacking at the door a la Jack Nicholson. Mercifully, the authorities intervened at that point.” …time to bring back the metal chassis of the old […]

I suppose I should ask this in … Am I going to be able to get to Helsinki for a meeting and back to Tokyo for Dark Castle on Saturday? That would work out an average of around 150mph for the duration of the trip. Maybe it’d be better to work out how to use […]

stompyboots and timsmith are in Japan at the moment, so I have been showing them a few of the sights over here. They seemed quite impressed with the Christon Cafe on Friday night, and yesterday was a lot of walking around Odaiba…I hope they enjoyed that too, but they were looking a little tired by […]

Electronic monk “he suggests, a backpack could be used in the middle of a protest or emergency to enable everyone in the area to immediately communicate with one another. We can see several situations where a moveable, location-specific network could be very useful” At last the potential of mobile adhoc networking is becoming a feasibility… […]

You have to ask yourself What would Motley Crue do?

Hot wheels “We suggest, nay demand, an immediate return to the beloved, benevolent and – most importantly – low-tech Routemaster double-decker on all London routes before the city’s population is reduced to clambering to work over the smouldering remains of its transport infrastructure.” Anyone inconvenienced by Evo conflagrations?

Toothing? “I’ve always loved the idea of random sexual encounters, but have never felt brave enough to go to (sex) parties”…”The train journey in the morning and evening is slow, tiresome and packed full of miserable people halfheartedly prodding at shiny new tech. You recognize faces within your tiny half-hour community, but you never talk […]