Neil Hopcroft

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

600 miles in ten hours of driving. And now theres not much in the way of mobile coverage, so there’ll not be much in the way of updates. All very relaxed here, peaceful.