I'm there, just locate a weapon storage area for me so I can arm my branch, UK sucks when it comes to right of arms lol.

Well, I was gonna tell ya to head to the Jack of Both Sides in Reading and maybe you could find someone there who could hook you up, but after googling it, I see it's now closed.
When I was 18, 19 or so and visiting my mom there, she warned me to stay away from that pub as it was considered the worst in the city, full of dangerous criminals and such-- so of course, that's the first place I went (I mean, seriously, what was she thinking? She really should have known better than to tell me that), besides, it was the closest pub to where my mom was livin then, just down the street.
I walk in lookin sharp in my gray double-breasted suit, white shirt and white tie, hair slicked straight back, and this Bahamian pimp calls over to me "Hey mon!" Me: "How ya doin?" Him: "Where you from mon?" Me: "U.S., Boston", Him: "Come over here and sit with me I buy you a drink", so I walk over to his table where he's rolling a joint (laced with coke) with his white skank bitches on each side of him, the guy is dripping with gold from his neck and each finger-- "Ya mon, I see you walkin in here dressed so smart, I think this is a guy I want to meet. I got somethin here I know you gonna like". He gives me a few tokes off the bone and it was a bad decision. I was already quite drunk when I took the pull, and after I headed out to get to the next pub, as I'm walking I start sweating bullets and feel like my hearts gonna explode right outta my chest, but bein the trooper I am, I still made it to the next pub (more an American-style bar, really, damned if I can remember the name or where in Reading it was) and managed to grab one more drink before I finally decided I had to get the fuck home.
Sorry for the nostalgic tangent, but I figured if there's anyone here who lived in Reading during the 90s, they might appreciate the story.