The Old Git

We travelled down to London to say goodbye to one of my oldest friends.
Ralph was another member of The Guild of Model Wheewrights, so it was no surprise that this was the transport for his final journey. We had the sort of true friendship where we could and did insult or verbally abuse each other at every opportunity, so I know that he would expect that my parting words to him would be, as usual, "Goodbye you miserable old git".