Good old Gilbatross. Remember those old Central Trains days on duty - whether it was dealing with fare dodgers, the Revenue Manager prank, dinosaur noises during train dispatch, pratting around in the messroom and not to mention the surreal time we had route learning (seeing Jarvis Cocker propping up the buffet, kebabs in Nottingham, blagging cab rides on the intercity trains, spending an entire day playing Splatterhouse at the arcades when we were supposed to be on some course, and behaving like Beavis and Butthead to our own amusement and no one elses on the conflict awareness day). So pleased you got the instructors job - no one deserved it more - and you always knew far more than you ever thought. Then of course there was the even more fun times away from work - drinking in Earlsdon and later on going out to the Nelson, and our many adventures to York, Plymouth, London, Shrewsbury - the spontaneous alien spotting trip to Heyford military base, that weird day we went to High Wycombe to get your arcade cabinet, attending the anti-TTIP protest, the mattress incident, the legendary Halloween night out, Boxing Day football, the drinking trips to Rugby with everyone taking turns to be Tony Blair, and so much more. Had a great time in February when we went out when I was last up. Lamb shanks and beer, what better way to remember our last night out than that! Pleasure to know you mate. Sleep well dear friend - and no need to worry about those awful earlies anymore!