Neil Hopcroft

has anyone seen a stray de lorean yet? Post from mobile portal m.livejournal.com

for some ill explicable reason there is a marching band playing waltzing matilda on their fourth circuit of the block. I guess there’s not much to do in lonneker on a weeknight. Post from mobile portal m.livejournal.com

Thats not the Britain I know. According to my calculations I need only five of the six litres of Cola I bought to get my recommended daily calorie intake. Maybe I was a little over eager, but even two litres in I’m still melting. The mackrel sky is going to turn to thunder sometime soon, […]

…book. The modern wonder has locked me out for daring to login from another new network while they are still giving out my data to all-comers. Ho hum, i’ll stick with lj for the moment. Post from mobile portal m.livejournal.com

…or is that half Dutch? I’m flying to Amsterdam to start my new job today. More info when the whirlwind stops.

Its been such a long time since I’ve been to an attended filling station that I had even forgotten that the ‘self-service’ signs actually mean something. There are some strange microclimates going on here, we can see the rain rolling in over the peaks, sometimes it comes as snow, sometimes its mist. I think my […]

The 9000 made it from the Baltic to the Mediterranean with only a couple of ‘whats that weird smell?’ incidents, both of which were eventually traced to Frenchmen burning tyres in a field. It took us four days, with stops for the night in Denmark, Germany and France. I think it was a good call […]

Driving through Europe these days you notice the changes of driving style more than the borders between the countries. Something about driving through Germany makes the Dutch particularly agressive on the road. I looked up from the road as we came over a range of hills to see all the vegetation had turned mediterranian. From […]

We set off yesterday a little later than planned but made good time. Crossing the malmo/copenhagen bridge into the dusk is beautiful with kastrup ablaze with lights below the thundery sky. We stayed in a small danish motel last night and are now on our way again, rødby puttgarden for the third time, drinking foul […]