So what is the deal with Jorge's emergence as a bona fide social justice warrior on

[Sir C]

Not around Aldershot in the late 80's

Oh, they're animals, and no mistake. A chap I knew who used to occasionally be sent to stay in barracks at Aldershot used to loosen the metal leg of his bed before going to sleep in the knowledge that, at some point in the night, he would almost certainly require a weapon to defend himself in the inevitbale fight, for, lacking an enemy, Paras will happily fight each other.

Some of the finest troops on earth, and all volunteers, of course.