Neil Hopcroft

A digital misfit

whimsy

Sometimes I hate myself

Driving home tonight there was a beautiful fluffy white bunny rabbit sat right in the middle of my lane of the M40…

Greed. 80s night. Cellar Bar, Oxford.

What a peculiar evening. I won a pony for going away. Maybe they’re trying to tell me something. But I’ve no idea what. Disappointing turnout. But good to see James and Claire – they don’t make it to Oxford enough (its not like we go see them either, but thats not the point). And Nils […]

We’re so middle aged…

…or was it middle class? I can’t remember, but fear I’m getting to be a bit of both… As an expression of this I appear to have kidnapped a fine teaspoon from mindygoth

Oven cleaner is evil

The fortune cookie

During the run up to the end I received a call from a guy I used to work with. He was wondering if I knew anyone with EPOC skills who could help out on a large project….so we arranged to meet up. The meeting was a little more interview and a little less meeting an […]