crab,
If you run by any British airport, you will see a nice guy running the lift gate, drinking coffee, in a blue uniform. In the tower (oh yes, we MUST have a towwer, because who would possibly decide if the crown will let you takeoff) you have at least three more guys, cheerfully drinking coffee. One calls the local air traffic control to see if the lords of aviation will allow you to taxi, another calls the local radar to see if you might be allowed to actually fly. This crowd of strap-hangars goes all the way to London, where your good aviation sterling pays people to study theory and decide if you need flotation to fly over cowponds, and if you need to learn morse code in swahili, and lots of other fun things. You cannot see them, but this army is tied to your wings, and helps kill the lift. Nice fellows, though.
Ask the people who desert the UK to fly elsewhere, the cost to fly in Britain is twice that of the US, and if you think it is because of fuel alone, your calculator is missing several buttons, or your collective does not go quite to the top stop, my friend!
Last edited by NickLappos; 11th April 2006 at 11:02.