Was sitting in my local the other night reading a book and sipping a pint as i do when i was approached by a young lady who asked me what i was reading. As it happens i was reading David Loyn's Butcher & Bolt (A damned fine read about the history of conflict in Afganistan) We chat breifly about Agfan history and she remakes that her boyfriend would enjoy chatting to me also. This chap pops over and asks if i am a squaddie to which i reply "nopes" as i am not. He cracks on with how he is a former squaddie and so on. I let on that i am currently getting myself fit for selection and he begins to regale me with firstly a bookshop worth of things i need to read and a pile of kit i should buy. He then proceeds at warp speed into you guessed it "when i was with THEM we used to...." at this point i am rather wishing i had brought a fucking Harry Potter book. So muggins spends 10 mins listening to balaclava boy telling me about 5million mile marches and the assorted jundi slotting. I turned to the chap and suggested that it would be fantastic if a man of his experience lived locally i would love to have a running partner during my sweaty monging round the local park. And Shazaam! He probably was exThem as within seconds he had not only gone totally silent but had evaporated into the air. I have never seen a guy disappear so swiftly. Are all local pubs protected by ex-SF or am i just lucky to know that should al-qaeida storm the Dog & Trumpet we will all be rescued by Halfashandy McStab and he mates. Kinda sad that this blokes bird was obivously well aware of his former life as a ninja warrior.