...and then I have this vision of Murray in a straw hat, colorful tropical shirt...lush New Zealand mountain vegetation all around...sunny back yard of that beautiful house on the far side of the earth...all very quiet...Irish Sword Thompson cradled under his right arm...Borchardt in his left hand...faint Mona Lisa smile. Then both triggers are squeezed, lead flies, drum empties, hosing down an attacking Osama bin Laden paper target. A thin, cordite cloud protectively hovers over the nitrocellulose-perfumed ambience. It's quiet again, in a land of reasonable laws, which do not yet villify anybody harmlessly and peaceably enjoying this, without bothering anybody else...Murray goes back into the house to get more Thompsons to test.
You know Phil, I did not realise how close you were to the truth!

Now which spare parts cleaning kit will I use first!
Happy New Year