I fly a flexwing microlight, and back in February I flew into Dundee. Its fair to say that after over an hour and a half exposed to the airflow at -10C I was chilled to the bone! Perhaps the cold had spread to my brain and ears, as after I had landed the conversation with ATC went like this:
Me: G-KX cleared active, request taxi to parking
ATC: I think we can fit you in, how long is your span?
(I thought this was a strange thing to ask, but perhaps he literally meant 'fit me in' a parking slot somewhere), so I replied:
Me: Err, about 34 feet?
ATC (slowly and clearly): How long are you STAYING? (followed by muffled laughter on calls from other aircraft).
