Neil Hopcroft

We had to visit the curiously named Dr Syntax Head.

We went to Lands End, where it was misty

Some of the art installations at the Eden Project are quite inspired – there are some works by Tim Hunkin

Food has to be truly remarkable for me to want to take a picture of it. And what could be more remarkable than my first (and so far only) edible heptagon. We went to a belly dancing restaurant for Penny’s birthday – I don’t want to share pictures of the dancing without permission.

And all I got was this lousy war-chalk. 64kbps, open network, no less. Things are advertised somewhat differently now.

The underside of MicroVAX-en making a steady base upon which to build a barbecue. I’m not sure this would be the machine of choice these days – the Linux port claimed 5.42 BogoMIPS (cf. 6859.91 for the machine I’m currently using).

Actually about five years off, but you never know where he’ll turn up, watching.

Somewhere in the dim and distant past, there was a music and cricket festival.

I went to visit some Roman remains – unfortunately I have no record of where this was.

We took a day out from Oxford to visit Blenheim Palace, where we spent a disproprotionate amount of time lost in the maze.