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Hoss ‘The Gilbs’ Gilbert
Hoss has problems. That’s what they say. He likes a drink, is another thing gets said quite often.
Hoss “The Gilbs” Gilbert, ladies call him The Gilbs, is a lifelong friend of Nick and a sort of childhood acquaintance of Gazz, from back up in Nottingham. He’s still up there in actual fact, riding the R1 bus to his job in a waterproofing lab [where he once breathed in some noxious chemicals and as a result waterproofed the inside of his lungs] but he’s managed to grasp himself membership by virtue of coming down and going out... because like I said... he’s got problems.
He came down to our party despite missing his coach and having to pay an extra £50 for a train ticket, which shows dedication if nothing else. Getting drunk and dancing around, falling over and passing out naked kissing the door frame has sealed his reputation as a Human Story Machine and something of a legend.
You got a party that you're fairly certain is gonna be shit? You invite Hoss. He will get blind drunk in 30 minutes [problems] and he will do something astonishing that you'll be telling everyone about for weeks to come.