A product of the English public school system, Neville became sufficiently hardened to bad food and arbitrary discipline to join the navy. The navy became aware at about the same time that he did that they were not ideally suited each to the other following an unfortunate incident involving a chaplain and a stoker.After a lotus-eating interlude (coal miner, dude ranch hand and Texan wine waiter) he joined the army. Being small, scruffy and unreliable, he proved not to be ideal material for the Coldstream Guards either and, with a barely suppressed mutual sigh of relief following an unfortunate incident with a Japanese tourist, he slid sideways into special forces.
His last job was commanding 22 SAS Regiment. He now runs the family estate at Greystoke (or vice versa).