Welcome Walts one and all to the Walters Arms where you may freely boast of having arrested Mladic single handed and handed him to the UN in secret, or tell us what you SHOULD have said to that traffic warden. Because theres a little of the Walt in us all, isnât there? Yes, Iâm talking to you. Who hasnât spent an idle moment conjuring a vision which ends with Scarlett Johanson melting into your arms? Or, if youâre a girl. Brad Pitt. Or, if youâre RM, both. Who hasnât retold a story that starts out as an amusing incident on a beach in Thailand, then two years and many retellings later it turns out you saved the Thai Royal Family and got a walk on part in a Bond film? There seems to be an escalating Walt witch hunt going on around here. Some tosser recently suggested that if you wear and form of army kit outside of Basra you are a Walt. They really must meet a chum of mine. A Northumbrian hill farmer up Riedsdale way. He wears nothing but khaki, even on Sunday. His bridge, farm buildings and home are all painted khaki or grey. You may want to call him a Walt some time? Now Iâll be the first to smile knowingly when some git is giving it six nowt in the pub about how they saved the Yemen from a submarine single handed, but you know what? Civvies spot a proper Walt almost as quick as an ARRSE Walt Hunter. Frock you, Walt Hunters. Because somewhere deep inside, theres a little of the Walt in you. As there is in me, and everybody else. My name is The Iron Duke. I come from the internet and I am a Walt. Anybody got a problem with that?