’I wanted to be a James Bond-style pilot. This drunken Royal Navy
Liaison Officer, who used to do the milk round at university and ply us
students with beer, convinced me that the Navy was the place to be.
’After six months basic training it was off to the Caribbean where I was
stationed on Wigs, the West Indies Guard Ship. That’s the one you see on
the ads where they pick up drug runners moving their wares from Colombia
to Miami. It’s not as exciting as they make out, but I did once pull
pounds 235 million worth of cocaine out of the water.
’Then a fire on one of the ships set back our training. We could hang on
or leave and by this point I wanted to get married, so I had to buy
myself out - you could say I left for love.’