I've just returned from CATT in Germany, and whilst hoisting a few glasses with a few of the boy we were accosted by a group of signallers. More glasses were raised and somehow the topic of SCBC came about. This signaller then decided to fill us with tall tales of getting a distinction, instructer recommendation etc etc. This could be believed, maybe he confused SCBC with AASAA and AATAC, but no he was convinced he pushed out all "6 months of Juniors" (sic). At this point my bullshit meter was at full alert, what wonderful tall tales would follow? A quick wink and a nudge and we closed in, pulled up a sandbag and waited. Apparantly this muppet is responsible for training ALL of the royal signals in infantry tactics, all of them. We then decided to see how far he'd go, mentioning a few of us were looking at doing P Company as a step along the way for doing selection. "Oh P Company, thats a piece of piss, just a few days of log runs and you're done. I came top of my course!" and then cue the lean in and lowered voices, "I got selected to go to SAS, I've only got to do the jungle phase". We weren't going to let this slide, and after much backing himself into a corner he made a swift quiet exit. The worse thing is, we saw him the next day, a big bag of shite, swaggering around camp with no sign of wings and a beret like a HLS. So, what's worse than a walt? A serving soldier that thinks he can pull the wool. Cunt.