I was reading about that bloke causing mayhem in an armoured vehicle and it fair warmed my heart to know that todays soldiers are embracing some of our oldest traditions. One of the staples of the army way of life, along with coachloads of nurses from Rinteln/Woolwich, is the boozed up loon who takes an expensive piece of motorised equipment out for a spin. We all knew one/knew of one and the stories were always great, regardless of how true they were. Extra points seemed to be awarded for finally parking up in somewhere completely disrespectful like the Officers mess or on the RSM's Mondeo. At the heart of all these escapades was a tattooed hag from down town who had spurned the joyrider the night before. I love the skewed logic at work, which stated 'Now that that fcuking slag has binned me off for a local, I have no other recourse, than to smash the town up with a 432' It'd be great if all lifes problems could be solved in this fashion. I got told off this morning for being late with a Visio drawing I was supposed to do. How i'd have loved to go rallying round the car park, squashing everything in my sight, before clambering out and having a lag against a smouldering Prius. Promotion beckons for this man.