Andy is a busy chap. Lots to do. So I thought we could help write his next novel for him. It's a way of helping poor ex-Service chappies. It was hot. Very hot. So I put the pie in the oven and it was done in 20. I never sit on chairs. Prefer to squat, with my SA80 cradled. Waiting. Waiting. Suddenly a bunch of cloth heads burst through the window. The training kicked in. I kicked one in the cobblers and then forgot where the A2 selector was - I usually use HK stuff and it's much easier. "Aiiiieeeeeeeee!" said one lad as he raced towards me. I killed him with a spoon. Then I tilted the rifle to the right (good drills), switched to full auto and blew the yellow thing off the end of the barrel. More chapters needed.