Watching Ultimate Force last night reminded me of those blokes that you come across - normally propping up a bar - who have invented a complete doppelganger for themselves. UF will have filled them full of ideas for their next series of gargantuan whoppers to be told after a beer or two ... when I was wiv Henno, in a Jumbo at 35 fousund feet, I had to snot a gook who freatened to kill Bliar. He gave me a GC, but it's er hush hush yer know what I mean. Lost a good mate - but ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz They were the ops offr of the south det, lying in a bush for the last 18 months. Or the bloke who was awarded the 'Crois du Guerre' in the Balkans. Or the bloke who was caught with para wings on his kit, before he went off on a singleton UN posting, having never been near a parachute. And why are the SAS never called the SAS by these blokes - always the lads from Hereford or the guys or some other such guff. The stories cannot be secret cos they ain't true!! Why do they do it in such a small organisation, knowing that they will be caught out? Does our selection process not weed out pathological liars? Worst of all why do they fcuk up a good evening when it all turns very embarrasing. Irritating muppets. There must be some good Walter stories out there?