I used to "train" with a guy who once ran a mail order knife business called "cold steel"
i thought this thread was going to be about the brand
he used to pull us aside after "class" and try and sell us "gloves" ( they had some special properties, I forget the spiel ) or, failing that, places on a "survival course", six days shivering in the Peak District, no mercy, "
Was mich nicht umbringt, macht mich stärker", etc.,
once he told us about the MI5 plane that was monitoring him when he walking in the park in Chorlton-on-Medlock
and
if you ever visited him at his home, there would be a khaki kit bag sat right by the front door, and if you asked him "where you going?", he'd answer "just off to see my mates in
Herefordshire"
once he came round my flat, and he advised me to attach a rope to my kitchen window so i can abseil down 11 floors when it "all comes on top"