“I’d outlive a dog through pure spite,” says Ron. “We’d just sit in opposite corners of the room, staring each other out, and see who went first. Not me. It’s like when we were negotiating with British Leyland in ’seventy-eight. The moment one of their lot went to the loo first, I knew we had ’em.” Ron knocks back more wine. “Never go to the loo first. Tie a knot in it if you have to.”
