My only 'London' times, more than I can count on my fingers, was always waiting on a plane. White Horse pub, Bath Road outside Heathrow, kept me out of trouble. So, never went downtown at all, especially not to H&H, and never figured there was a point to it anyway. If I could ever afford one, which will be 'never', and that's a 'good thing', I'd be a nervous basket-case wreck hunting with one, thinking about that thorn that just scraped it. Makes any old Mauser that you customize yourself feel right at home.