I am on the besterest training course ever. Today we got to have a riot and I got to put the boot in on people I had only just met. Then we got to have a go on the Resusci-Anne dolls. They all look like the Pope. Apparantly, if you do it wrong, they kick you in the head. I was OK. Mine didn't have legs.
Coming soon: Guns and bombs. Besterest. Course. Ever.*
*Translation: Scary is on a course where he is learning how not to get killed when his employers send him to nasty places where they might not have the internet. He is in the hands of highly-trained professionals and you should not fear for his safety. Except on Thursday.