A loud ,
opinionated ,
bullshitter usually from the valleys of Wales .
Q . How will I know if I am in contact with a "GOG"?
A . You will be engaged by a fellow (usually called Alun )
who will proceed to tell you how he has coached world class rugby players , caught fish the size of Moby Dick , flown an aircraft for 80 hours (more than Douglas Bader ), been a rally driving champion, owned thirty two dogs and claims that when he worked for a now defunct Ford garage he was the Parts Manager when he was really the van monkey like postman Pat driving around the shire .
Q . Should I be worried on meeting a GOG ?
A . No , just ignore his tyrade of shit and he will fuck off .
Q . How will I know if he s lying ?
A . His eyes will be open and his lips moving .
Q . What will he look like ?
A . He will be of smart apperance but will have a wonky eye , a fucked up hand and a metal plate
in the back of his head ( apparently gained from an encounter with the Turpitz !)