I watched the first part of Commando: on the Front Line yesterday (it may be 00:39 on Saturday according to the clock on my laptop, but as I've not gone to bed and got up again yet, it's still Friday night to me. So there). My brother-in-law's a Royal Marine (not to be confused with the United States Flower Arranging Marine Corps), and at the time he was an instructor, albeit recovering from a broken leg he got while on one of those 400-mile-yomps-whilst-carrying-a-rucksack-containing-a-Volkswagen-Beetle things that they do.
Here's a transcript of the textual conversation I had with my sister, shortly after the scene in which one of the instructors was seen giving a demonstration of how to shower.
Me: I'm glad that wasn't [brother-in-law] on the telly just now.
Sis: Why?
Me: I don't think I could cope with my brother in law giving how to shower lessons on national telly.
Sis: You'd b quite impressed his hung alot bigger that that!
Me: [After several minutes just staring at a black N73] That's nice dear.
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