He looked just as I imagined someone who loves guns would look, so it was odd meeting him in the reception of the old Guardian offices in the Farringdon Road. He was imposing, and before I could stop him, he started getting out his stuff to show me.
“I’ve brought this revolver just for you.” He had six guns on him. The security guards who never let me pa…
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