Neil Hopcroft

I owe somebody a mail (several somebodies, to be precise…comment here if you think you’re one of them) but I’ve forgotten how to say anything interesting. Well, maybe its not quite that bad – conversing with someone in person is not so difficult because you can respond to what they are saying, ask them questions […]

So the Trading Standards raided the lockup again today, reckon they’d gotten a tip from one of the scallies at the Dog’n’Bucket, took away a bunch of decent stock, I’d got it cheap, mind, but it was quality gear, could ‘ardly tell it was a knock-off.

After purple_pens Birthdays memories post (friends locked) I rather foolishly started looking through my old photos. (Incidentally, Penny, I have a number of other photos from your belly dancing birthday meal…let me know if you’d like copies of them).

Coloribus…great visuals Tache-man Kitty-chan exhausted Counting on your suicide

One week, 1474 miles, 29 hours of driving and 1 breakdown later, I’m back on British soil. White lines haunting my vision whenever I close my eyes, all is quiet now, the familiar rush of wind in the sunroof gone. Sleepy now.

The French know how to eat…I feel like I’m currently learning how to explode.

I wonder what happens if i try to post a sound through the email gateway?

Testing