We had a mate called Spud.
Because he looked like Spud.
He was married to a BIG woman….OK. P.C. Vibe. He was married to a woman who was wider and broader and shorter than him! They used to visit us quite a bit.
Himself was Spud’s trainer and mentor.
Then one day Spud blurted out to Himself that he was a battered husband.
Not exactly a manly confession when you are working for an Elite Army Regiment.
He was in tears and so ashamed and so desperate that he needed to tell someone.
Abuse is abuse is abuse. And should NEVER be hidden.
Spud. The original one.