Over some shandy and twiglets in my local public house the other night, I was regaled with a story which might be apocryphal but I sort of hope isn't! Apparently a member of the Scottish ambulance Service whilst on exercise was called home to Hereford to comfort his wife, who had been sexually assaulted in his absence by a local scrote. The scrote was detected, prosecuted and imprisoned for a derisorily short sentence. On the day of his release he was struck by a car, causing major injuries and paraplegia. The SAS chap had a cast iron alibi because he was briefing and then having wets with a party of the local constabulary...a function which had been organised at short notice! Now that is why they are good. anyone can hoof it up a hill, blast their way out of a contact but it is not everyone who can serve revenge up at the required chilly temperature.