Neil Hopcroft

“we should warn readers now hungrily eyeing their fellow workers’ necks that it’s not quite a simple matter of donning a black cape and draining the office trainee’s delicious plasma“

“Who would think that the U.S. government has a pronounced interest in contemporary fine art these days?…The homeland art obsession goes so far that our luggage and personal items were almost all damaged and all artistic materials were confiscated.”

…no worries – you can apply for your own “document of a subversive nature and unique value. SoS citizens must safeguard this document and preserve it from theft or destruction.”

Its all gone a bit NSK

“what are you thinking! Do not strap the ‘Groupware’ albatross around your neck! That’s what killed Netscape, are you insane?”

“”wow, you really bummed me out, because the dozen other people I had talked to before you were all like, `a free groupware system, that’s an awesome idea!’ Then you depressed me, and I came back here and told the other guys what you had said, and they were all, `Oh…He’s right.'”

This morning I found a man on a step ladder in my garden.

Good job i wasn’t planning a nice romantic night out with someone special, isn’t it? I’d be in real trouble…

“The tickets are really expensive, the bands are not nearly as crazy or gay as they used to be…On the other hand, where else can you see the GLAM MACDONALDS??”

Its worth having a poke around at the rest of this site, too, for a sideways look at Japanese culture…

“Wheres the little man?”

Its one of Gibsons futures. We’re on the bridge. It must be Tokyo, after the quake. We’re running, I don’t know why.

Upstairs on the lower deck, we’re in a market. The smell of diesel permeates everything, the plywood repurposed to build the stalls, the merchandise, the people. We run, stall to stall, fighting through the crowd, the hanging clothes.

He’s there, my companion, distracted by vinyl, he always said noone else understood it, how these voices from the past could be heard if you got a good scan. Noone did that any more, they were just decorative for these folk. He’s picking up handfuls of the delicate disks, hiding them in his pockets, ready to flee.

The stallholder pulls him out of the crowd as he turns to follow me. “You! Stop that” Game over. What was he thinking? Then it becomes clear, its a distraction, his terminal found the data it was looking for, hidden behind the front of a market stall.

I still don’t know what that data was, but at least the right guys have it now.

Kitty-chan takes over the world.

“Besides, we just thought it would be…ridiculous and they gave us the money to do it! They even ran tours from Japan for people to go see it.”

First tranche of photos – these were all taken since returning to the UK, I’ve still got a whole bunch of Japan pictures to upload.
Blenheim Palace

Shame its not an electric blanket