There was a guy that had a secret affair with my ex before I left her due to her secret drinking problem.
I had met him as her taxi driver before I found out about the affair and he told me he had done his national service in Malaya and stayed on there, married a Chinese Malayan woman and got very deep into the martial arts even competing in Hong Kong way before it was generally known in the UK. They returned to Coventry where a bunch of teds (ask your grandfather) accosted him, he zapped one of them dead, the police did nothing citing a lucky punch. Fast forward to 1977 and he was now running a bouncer business along with his Hinkley taxi day job and he had punched a guy in the gut at the Lafayette ballroom in Wolverhampton who subsequently died, the DPP was considering a prosecution but he walked free from that too as the dead guy was an alky with a very weakened liver.
He later threatened me eye to eye that he would kill me if I did not keep on paying the house mortgage in Hinkley where I had been living with the ex to be. "and you know I can, and I know your address in Wolfsburg" he said to me. I drove back over there and swapped jobs to a Paris one but nobody believed me about my reason for quitting the Wolfsburg job.
The funny ways one gets into the shooting sports eh?