Neil was born in 1974 in Lancashire, England. He spent his formative years making comics with friends, which made up for not being funny by not making any sense.
Following the obligatory period of educational faffdom, he worked his way up to senior software developer with a global accountancy firm. He might still be there now if it wasn’t for a piece of good fortune: being diagnosed with a slight case of cancer, despite only being in his mid-twenties.
He went on to make a full recovery, but the experience changed him irrevocably. He realised that life was short, and would be better spent prancing about doing crazy foreign stuff than discussing technical scope changes.
A year spent travelling between New York and Buenos Aires cemented his desire to spend his life making a fool of himself in front of indigenous peoples, and coincidentally provided early writing material.
Neil stopped drinking alcohol some time ago for health reasons. Also because it makes him feel superior. Building a new life without alcohol was part of his motivation to travel around Colombia, on quest to finally learn how to dance without a five-metre exclusion zone forming around him. You can read more about this in his book Dancing Feat: One Man’s Mission to Dance Like a Colombian.
His ultimate aim is to stop talking about himself in the third person.