Neil Hopcroft

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Back in Tokyo and its looking like its gonna be a while before I visit the UK again, so I figured now would be a good time to start writing real letters again. However, I managed to leave the file containing everyones addresses on my desktop on my PC in the UK, so mail me your address if you think I don’t have it in Japan already…

Bah! I hate jetlag. I’ve gotten myself into a cycle of two small sets of sleep per night rather than one big chunk like I’m used to – three hours when I get in from work waking up at around 11pm, just after all the useful restaurants and cafes have closed, and three hours from about 2am to 5am.

Any helpful ideas for breaking this cycle?

Sex aid causes bomb scare

Back to work yesterday (or was it today? I’m still too jetlagged to work that out) to find that practically speaking nothing has happened since I left. Oh well.

The last two weeks

I’m back in Tokyo after 24 hours of travelling. Got some sleep on the plane, fwiw. More details later.

Oh, and differentcolors, I got your mail but left home without putting the information in any of my portable electronics…could you mail it again? Sorry to be so crap.

(I tried to post this from my phone but that didn:t work…)

Here I am in Narita airport, waiting for my flight to leave. It has been delayed so I:ve another 1.5 hours to wait…I get in around 2015 to Heathrow (if you:re reading this and know Damians phone number, can you call him and let him know, I:ll be flying by the time he wakes up and only have a work email address).

For now I:m stuck in this limbo between dashing around, this is what I hate about public transport, that its all so fast and hectic to make sure you turn up in time, then you have to wait ages for it to actually depart…

Oh well, I:m going to head off to track down some coffee…

During our project meeting this morning a siren, then a voice came over a loud speaker system I didn’t even know existed. It was an odd sound something like I imagine the Vogon announcement to earth would have been, all perfect clarity in a stern Japanese – something about a fire in the boiler room. Everyone just carried on with their daily business until “We should escape now” was directed at the confused looking foreigners in the corner. So we all trundled down the stairs and into the courtyard. Where we all lined up by the person bearing the plaque describing the floor of the building we occupy. It was all extremely orderly and calm and organised. Gods, we’re a rabble compared to the other occupants of the building, with a good proportion of Europeans among the Nokia staff we stood a good six inches taller than everyone else from the building, and they were all wearing their protective hats with their name and blood group written on.

There was a slow trickle of people emerging from the building for most of the twenty minutes we spent standing outside, and, incredibly, there were a few absent minded businessmen who walked past all the people and commotion outside straight into the ‘burning’ building.

Of course, it was just a drill, but I wouldn’t have known about it unless I’d tried to organise a meeting this morning and been told that it wasn’t a good time. I seem to have fallen off some mailing lists somewhere.