My wife used to work as a chiropodist in Derbyshire.
One of her fellow foot-fondlers was your typical smooth talking ladies man, having an affair with another corn-flake.
He was a part-time member of the SAS, honest.
He once turned up at this girlfriends house having smeared engine oil on his face - he hadn't had time to clean himself up after that nights training.
Mind you i used to work with Ozzy Osbourne's roadie, tuning guitars and everything before he went on stage. I'm sure he was ex special forces as well.