I haven't got a burning hatred for Joe Glenton, he is a bit of a sad sack and to be honest the only one he is continually disgracing by popping up all suited and booted is himself. He can serve a suitable purpose though by lending his surname as an appropriate moniker for the company/battery/squadron wretch or nightmare, if I at least once hear someone say 'see that Smith cunt? What a fucking Glenton!' I'll be pleased. My Glenton was a prize chopper. I wasn't the most shouty of lance jacks, 9 times out of 10 I found that communicating what you expected properly without blurring the lines generally bagged results, but this walking fucking thalidomide though bucked the trend. First week in he grabbed me outside the Coy office and said he had to go home as his parents were divorcing. This to me fell outside of the death/illness/house on fire scenario so fed it up the chain and it came back as a no. With him being fresh up from training with his shiny new green lid on I didn't expect the tantrum he threw but the long and the short was that he fucked off that night regardless and was adrift the next morning for PT. The appropriate action was taken and my troop Sergeant, a beast of a bloke with no shame rang the lads house and had a chat with his Mum and Dad, turns out they were very much still in luuuuuurve and the real reason was that fucknuts had fallen out with his bird and was at hers squaring it away. That info was fed to the local plod and he was picked up that afternoon in a house in Rochdale, and for the second time that year I was leaving Scotlands chanking climate to go pick up a stray bootneck. Long story short we picked him up, fed him at a service station and headed back up to Condor, I didn't push it but impressed upon him how much of a cunt he would look if he didn't square himself away and start performing and it seemed to sink in. To no avail ! He quick fired more admin problems than anyone else I'd ever served with. Momentous occasions were him going sick with 'diahorrea' seconds after seeing his name on orders for waiting on and he was caught out ringing the guardroom pretending he was his own Dad asking if his 'son' could come home as his Mum was terminally ill. The cunt bucked the system for 6 months and has us hearted from pillar to post on a Brigade exercise before he was binned and fingered me and a serving local lad for giving him a face full of right handers when we got in off the piss one night which to be fair we did do. Waiting for the axe to fall for 3 months after was pretty chad but worth it for the burst mouth I landed on the Glenton. Last I heard he knocked an old nan over in a stolen car in Newcastle. No names but give us your Glentons.