Although it was a few years ago now, reading my journals has sparked off lots of good memories and sent me on a spree of research on the web about RMAS and where it stands today.

When I was there, I had the honour to serve alongside some very smart and wise people. And some biffs, too – we had to look after our platoon “floppy” – called for the eponymous acronym: FLOP (Fat Lazy Overseas Person). Usually fat sons of royalty from Arab countries. I personally shared a trench with the Crown Prince of Qatar on many an occasion. They were quite stoic about the whole Sandhurst thing – they were there as a kind of finishing school before they inherited. And we, soldiers training to be leaders of men, picked up the tab. There was sometimes a bit of resentment there, as they’d occasionally get preferential treatment.

But it’s not that many people who can say that they’ve kicked the arse of someone destined to be one of the richest men in the world….

My journals (in part) can be accessed from the link at the top of the page or here.