Neil Hopcroft

A digital misfit

You must adjust your ears to the sound of trouble

What I forgot to mention in my last post was the wonderful accent of the people in Nikko. Of course, I understood very little of what they said, but they said it really beautifully, theres something harsh about it, kinda like everything is being pronounced much more clearly than in Tokyo. Somehow I associated it with anime, I think because of the way their mouths moved.


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Hey, DeeTee, let me introduce you to squiddity, and, in particular, this post…

(posted in a custom friend group containing just you, ‘cos I don’t think I’ve got a mail address for you and I’m not sure anyone else I know would be interested in this)


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Blocking the bible

“Warning: this story contains nudity.
Warning: this story contains sexual content.
Warning: this story contains violence.
Warning: this story contains cursing.”

(thanks to nevla for the link)


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Steady on, get a grip on yourself, you just can’t act like that in the theatre

Thursday night I found a building covered in chains, but it was dark and my camera couldn’t make a good picture of it…maybe I’ll get to go see it in the daytime.

Then yesterday I shocked Chris and Damian telling them I was off to a lolita show last night – they’ve not encountered the local usage of the word and flipped back to the English net meaning, which, well, you would get arrested for that sort of thing…

We had a toast to the projects ‘completion’, we’ve made a release and you should now (or very soon, depending on distribution services etc) be able to buy a 7610 in a shop near you. Of course there is still more to do – various customisations and analysing of returns etc

I left early, everyone else heading to the English pub for more drinking, off to get ready to go to club hoop for A La Mode. That place is not built for tall people, theres only one corner of the bar area I can stand straight, and there I have to stand with my head between the beams of the floor above.

Alex and Rob were DJing, Alex with a couple of ten minute sets between shows, then 40 minutes afterwards, Rob for an hour right at the end of the evening.

The crowd was more elegant gothic lolita than most of the other events I’ve been to. The shows were not particularly exciting – the crowd sat around on the floor and watched for the most part. One of the bands were kinda like a Japanese Inkubbus Sukkubus with a classically trained opera singer and less paganism, a beautiful voice from a beautiful girl.

Oh, and should I be offended or pleased at being described as ‘so very English’?


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