Gurkhas are quality...
mate of mine has a few as bodyguards on his boat (it's not his boat and they're not HIS bodyguards, but you know what I mean)
A couple of years ago his boss had a bit of a beef with some members of the press and the Gurkhas had to be told that nearly murdering a chap by repeatedly bashing his head into an immovable object for taking a couple of snaps might be taking the matter a bit too far.
But they'd have done it. Without a backwards glance.
Deserve more than just a shitty pension, imho...
( Sallyrsm, Sun 23 May 2010, 9:10, 1 reply)

When I took my kids for a stroll up a Welsh mountain years ago we were overtaken by a dozen or so squaddies,
who waved and grinned as they sauntered past our little group. Lovely lads.

Blimey, how fit are THEY! I thought.

A few minutes later though a little platoon of Gurkhas passed us, in tight formation, in double time. That's running in step. Uphill. Fast.

They smiled at us and carried on, up the trail, soon overtaking the squaddies and disappearing over the brow of the hill.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 23 May 2010, 10:58, closed)