Neil Hopcroft

I think I’ve finally figured out what the happy sound was…its Skype on the mac telling me someone has come online, which all makes sense. There are some things I should tell you about before they get lost in the mists of time. I took a day off to head up to the Manuskript gig […]

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I chose this book after someones response to my gentle mocking of someone reading ‘NLP for dummies’ on the train – its not a subject I knew much about. Well, I thought I didn’t know much about it. Reading this book though is like reading a collection of many other management and personal development books, […]

I’ve just scared myself by noticing that I’ve now had this journal for 10% of my life, thats just over 3 years 7 months, sometimes I hate having a brain that thinks about things like that. So anyway heres a review of my year: “Well thats one mystery solved. I woke with a shock last […]

“He figured the odds. And they still beat him” This book follows the authors self destructive love affair with WorldCom shares as they fell from grace. And describes some of the lessons he learned along the way. I spent about half the book being annoyed by his incorrect grasp of some of the statistics he […]

Jack Handys Christmas Lego Adventure Postal service of the damned^wsaved Art or arse? – not the answer I was expecting (worksafe text based gooogletoy) The Wii is not a tie.

The heroine of this book, Rosie, had managed to annoy me by the end of page two by sleeping with someone obviously deeply inappropriate. She started the book as such a vacuous waste of skin and air that I considered giving up on her but although she was irritating I felt I had to find […]

I have something of a soft spot for Shaun Hutson, his writing style is utterly disposable, theres no depth to any of his characters or stories, but somehow I still find it all rather compelling. Its a long time since I read any of his books. This sees him more in a crime thriller genre […]

I was driving the M25 near Heathrow, the signs showed an accident ahead but it was not busy so there wasn’t a queue. The wheel had fallen off a stretch limo, which had pulled onto the hard shoulder resting on a smoking stub. I wondered what story the foreign passengers would take back home.

I’ve just bought a book containing a section on “poking: effectiveness and danger of reprisal”, complete with a graph and everything. In other news, my car has started smelling disturbingly of scalectrix. Maybe i shouldn’t push that button again.