Neil Gibson

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Email Address: neil.gibson@axa-sunlife.co.uk    (Last Verified: Feb 2000)

Website:  None on Record

Nickname(s):    "Slap", "G", "The Mad Monk", "Moose"

Known Catchphrases:    "You're pissing in the wind!" (learnt from Jamie Taylor)

Connections with the AXA Group (if any) :    AEL, ASL

Likes:    Video Games, throwing food onto the roof of Hazlemere library (see below)

Dislikes:    Food from 'City Friends' chinese takeaway, Hazelmere Crossroads

Current Work / Activities :    Still reeling off the ingenious for ASL

Genuine historical contact with TDC:    None on Record

Stuff that we have obtained or invented:

Neil used to be (when we were in the same place) a great partner at video-games. 12:30 on the dot most lunchtimes for a couple of years, we would play a couple of rounds of some of the most inane video games over at the social club.

Three of the nicknames above probably stem from the Jamie Taylor vocabulary modules. The fourth came from a section presentation where Steve Perkins likened all of us to particular creatures. The name 'Moose' has become a sort-of unwelcome callsign for Neil.

I helped Neil to move house back in 1993 (or was it 1992).....best check my old flexi-sheets to find out which day I took off to, literally, get bruised to bits...... let me explain......     Neil used to live on the outskirts(?) of Aylesbury - opposite the Esso Garage on the way in from Wendover okay ???!!... right..... ??? All was going well until I found that there was no real room in the front of this 7.5-ton truck that Neil and Kim had hired to move all their gear. As a result, I decided to remain in the back !! The first bit of the journey was fine as it was only a trek up the road up to the local McDonalds. (I must apologise to Neil and Kim as my fee for the day was LUNCH). Andy + McDonalds = severe pigout !!!

After lunch, the journey back to Wycombe was a nightmare !!! There were no retaining straps in the back of the truck (there was a light though !). It was like one of those crazy-houses at the funfairs, except things had a habit of falling and hurting. Forget the beds, washing machines and heavy stuff - I was almost killed by a dolls-house ! I heard a clunk and looked up to see this box with 'Oh Polly!' written on the side about three pico-seconds before it would have hit me. I apologise to either Sarah or Gemma if I was responsible for not preventing the destruction of their dolls-house although they are probably passed the stage of worrying about anything but 'real houses' now !

Anyway, I digress. It is probably because of this that I have never bought Laura a dolls house or have ventured anywhere near one ! <G>