Not to do with Last Chance Lawyer, but sort of connected so please bear with me...
In a previous life, I used to work for the MoD, embedded into various TA regiments. I usually had to accompany them on their various annual camps, which was pretty much a nice little earner, as I was supposedly on duty 24/7 so used to get paid 16 hrs overtime a day for a fortnight... and I can't ever remember even working my usual 8hrs! Plus there was free food and usually, massively subsidised booze in the mess...
Anyway one year the regiment I was with at the time went to a place called Knook Camp near Salisbury Plain. This place is an utter shithole, just horrible, like Stalag Luft V or something, and to make matters worse we were sharing the camp with a Para regiment so there was no room left in the Officers Mess, where my civil service rank would normally entitle me to live, so I bunked in with the SNCOs.
So, one morning I toddled down to the ablutions block, which was equipped with cold and cold running water and started to shave with my Fusion or whatever it was and tin of expensive gel. I was not enjoying the process.
As I'm starting to shave, in walks a Para. I could tell he was a Para by the massive regimental badge tattooed across his impressive chest. This guys torso was almost triangular, massively wide shoulders tapered via huge pecs and a six pack to an improbably narrow waist. I said something like "Sorry mate there's no hot water, it's bloody freezing..." he just sort of grunted, pulled out what looked like an ancient Bic disposable from his combat trousers and proceeded to scrape away, dry. The noise was horrendous like his face was made of sandpaper. I didn't half feel like a great big softy!