Robotperson

Today on the train I had my first encounter with the strange phenomenon known as sleep paralysis. One moment I was comfortably dozing, the next I was awake but completely unable to move. From my closed eyelids to my leaden limbs I was conscious, but utterly frozen. It was very, very strange… Sleep paralysis happens […]

As I sit here alone at the departure gate, listening to an instrumental version of ‘Time after time’ apparently recorded by Hank Marvin, I find myself reflecting on the week’s events. It has been huge. Monumental. Neil’s stag week in Lisbon has been such an incredibly good time that it’s hard to know where to […]

A place in the stag mythology for the magnificent brew that is Superbock was sealed the moment we heard the Superbock song. There were dodgy chants aplenty to be heard in the run up to England v. Croatia (not least the dreadful "nine German bombers"). But following our victory someone a little up the road […]

Moving house … Euro 2004 … Goose’s Wedding … launches at work … freelance work … Neil’s stag at Euro 2004 … These things and more have contrived to make robotperson.com a low priority right now. I have however, been collecting content throughout and accordingly, here are a few simultaneous postings which I’ve dated roughly […]