With Nuts and Nerve — A Tribute to the Unofficial Few
Diving out of planes in dinner jackets. Using explosives to brew tea. Missions planned on napkins and executed with brilliance, bravado, and baffling luck. This is not a conventional military history. It is an ode to the untamed spirit that has long flourished in the shadows of the SAS.
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Some of what follows is fact. Some of it is folklore. All of it is, in its own way, true. From the deserts of North Africa to the pubs of Hereford, from mercenary campaigns to modern-day whispers, this book traces the eccentric brotherhood inside Britain's most secretive fighting force — the men who could disarm a room with a joke or a grenade, depending on the audience.
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There are stories they don't tell in the official histories. Not because they're scandalous or secret (though some are both), but because they simply don't make sense to anyone who wasn't there. Stories of men diving out of planes in dinner jackets, of explosives being used to make tea, of missions planned on napkins and executed with a mixture of brilliance, bravado, and baffling luck. These aren't tales of standard-issue soldiering. These are the stories of the Peanut Club.
Even among the ranks of Britain's most secretive and elite fighting force — the Special Air Service — it was an enigma. An unofficial fraternity of the flamboyant, the fearless, and the faintly unhinged. They were the oddballs among outlaws, the misfits among mavericks, the sort of men who could disarm a room with a joke or a grenade (depending on the audience). Some say it started in the deserts of North Africa; others swear it was born in a pub after a botched mission and a brilliant bar brawl. As for the name? Well, we'll get to that — maybe.
The Peanut Club wasn't about rank or medals. It wasn't on any books. You couldn't apply. You were either in, or you weren't — and you usually found out the hard way. If you pulled off the impossible with style, if you could laugh in the face of death (or at least at your commanding officer), if you could blow something up and quote Shakespeare at the same time, then someone might slide a packet of peanuts across the table and wink. Welcome aboard.
This book is not a conventional military history. It won't quote field reports or footnote debriefings. Instead, it's an ode to the untamed spirit that has long flourished in the shadows of the SAS — and which, if certain whispers are to be believed, may still flourish to this day. A spirit of defiance, madness, and unbreakable brotherhood. Some of what follows is fact. Some of it is folklore. All of it is, in its own way, true.
These are the tales of the Peanut Club.
Fasten your webbing, pour a wee dram, and try not to take it all too seriously.
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