My Dad was a private in the army and is always talking about it.When my brother is moaning about something trying to get his own way my Dad just starts into a weird story that he will make up about the army.Like he says that his enemies are called the Fuzzywuzzys and the balloobas who bounce on space hoppers because he said they have only one leg .when we ever go to Galway we pass a castle and he says that the Fuzzywuzzys lived there.
