...Not to mention Gerry Fitt, who was given a Home Office licence to carry a personal firearm as well has having his own armed Special Branch bodyguard.
Fitt (the man who rang the Downing Street from a fish and chip shop in Derry in the middle of a riot to get Wilson to send in the troops to protect the civil rights movement as the Protestants went on a savage rampage against them) was a prodigious drinker, whose passion was gin & tonics. His personal protection officer was instructed to do as Fitt did, but just to have the tonic water whenever they were out on the town. One poor guy lasted five days and then had to go sick because he was suffering from quinine poisoning.
Then there was a time tha Fitt couldn't get served at the bar of the Irish Club in Eaton Square (one of the swankiest addresses in London, for them across the pond). He pulls out his Webley and fires four shots into the ceiling - and is served in seconds and everything is quietly, ahem, hushed up. The club only got round to removing the last traces of Fitt's fit about four years ago.
Not that I'd ever condone someone being pissed and packing, of course...