Excuse the grammar, Im still shaking with anger as I write this. Just took Mrs Ironrations and mini-Ironrations to starbucks in Swindon. While we eating our (overpriced) scran, we noticed this rather overweight guy sit down outside in a desert shirt and combatss, tucked in. Green working belt and issue desert boots. Fair crack me thinks, the guys obviously on his way out to either of the sandy hot places. As I take him in a few things dont make sense. No badges, bar UJ. No rank, no headdress, fat, and fashion type beard. My walt sense begins a-tingling. After seeing him lap up a few appreciative glances from those around and passers by I decide to ask him who he is with. I sit down opposite and ask him friendly. "You army mate?" 'Yeah' "What Regiment?" 'Marines......' Gotcha. The conversation grew louder and angrier as I pulled my ID card out and asked him if he was in for real. He admitted after a few minutes that he wasn't. What really surprised me was the reaction of the table next to him one guy was wearing a set of black and white fashion combat trousers, he asked why I had a problem as he was wearing combats. I explained. My missus has since told me she sees this idiot hanging around town most weekends in assault vests etc. What next? I want his head on a stick. Btw a couple out shopping came and said thank you afterwards as they had a son in Iraq and were disgusted by this individuals behavior. Needed to get it off my chest, anger starting to subside.