I know it's not Top Trumps, but I've sat in the Beast. Reagan was visiting in 84 and took over the top floor of the Cumberland Hotel in W1. Me and a mate were floating around outside, on night duty uniform 'security', just in case the heavily armed Secret Service chaps needed someone shouted at and tapped on the head with a bit of balsa. The Beast was parked just outside the hotel foyer with an unimpressed Secret Service probationer looking after it. We got talking, and after the internationally recognised 'what no gun, not even a small one?' incredulous conversation, he asked if we wanted to sit in the back. The door was about a foot thick, and when he slammed it, my ears popped like in my old VW beetle. The Beast looked a bit tired inside, and smelt of hospitals and aftershave. I've never wished I had an I've met the Met sticker on me more than that night.
I know it's not Top Trumps, but I've sat in the Beast. Reagan was visiting in 84 and took over the top floor of the Cumberland Hotel in W1. Me and a mate were floating around outside, on night duty uniform 'security', just in case the heavily armed Secret Service chaps needed someone shouted at and tapped on the head with a bit of balsa. The Beast was parked just outside the hotel foyer with an unimpressed Secret Service probationer looking after it. We got talking, and after the internationally recognised 'what no gun, not even a small one?' incredulous conversation, he asked if we wanted to sit in the back. The door was about a foot thick, and when he slammed it, my ears popped like in my old VW beetle. The Beast looked a bit tired inside, and smelt of hospitals and aftershave. I've never wished I had an I've met the Met sticker on me more than that night.