I have an aversion to guns, although I admire the engineering which goes into them. In the seventies I did an audit at a very ordinary house near Chesterfield. The Sole Trader was into guns in a big way, and insisted on showing me his Dirty Harry Magnum .44.
It's a big handgun with a long barrel, and was beautifully made with an oiled metal finish. He insisted that I held it and it was at that point that I felt really uncomfortable, holding this weapon of death. What was really interesting about it though was the weight. It took two hands to hold it in the raised position, and I would think that at a distance it would be hard to hit a small object. Goodness knows what the recoil felt like.
