I laughed at the idea. This world was so alien to me. More importantly, I couldn’t just walk away from my company and the responsibilities that went along with it. However, a part-time version could work. I remembered seeing The Krypton Factor on TV when I was a kid and the assault course in operation at some army barracks, and this gave me a vision of the Territorial Army as a fun recreation hobby I could do on the side while running the company. However, there was also something intriguing about entering into another, new world, yet somehow familiar because of my father’s background. I rang the TA general enquiries line and ordered an information pack. The brochure had a list of all the units the army encompassed. They all looked interesting but my eye kept going back to the SAS blurb. It was described as the elite force. If I was going to go for it, I was going for the best, just as I had with Central Saint Martins. I had no idea what ‘SAS’ stood for, though I did remember a vague clip of the Libyan Embassy siege being televised when I was a kid.
