We are a small, very select club, group or gang of Old Gits
We Make Kites, We Fly Kites and We Muck About.
We impress at Kite Festivals... We have Grand Days Out...
We want you to share our enjoyment...
our love of life... and maybe a few ales...
Trying to get Maurice up in the Morning.
An Early Photograph showing the mastery of difficult techniques
The Groundsman doing some Lawn Aeration
Kite's Eye View of some Lego Men
During one of our many appearances, an Irish artist friend
A.D.O'Be R.A. painted this lovely picture
Another early photograph showing Git mastery
of the difficult art of kite assembly.
Old Warden - back in the age of the dinosaurs...
A Grumpy Old Git from Redhill
His forte was farting at will...
He'd start with a giggle,
Then bum cheeks would jiggle,
And everyone ran for the hills!
We try hard to be grumpy to scare children & old ladies, but we are not very good at it.
These guys are our inspiration!
The GOGs do enjoy an occasional tipple, be it "real ale" or "a cheeky little lager" or even a gin-based cocktail!
and have had the difficult task of picking just one of the many existing salutations, as the Official Git Toast
Here's to all those that I love,
Here's to all those that love me,
And here's to all those that love those that I love,
And all those that love those that love me.
"Kites? Today? In the middle of Winter?"