Alas, too true. Once was the time when good old 'Avro's' employed skilled men and women by the thousand. In a vision on British industry past, the factory whistle blew at four, and scores of favourite uncles set forth aboard their trusty Honda C90s and BSA Bantams, putt-putting home, some with a pipe ablaze beneath a pudding bowl helmet. 'Those Vulcans, them 748s, and the Nimrods, we built 'em all!'
Now, will it be scores of Mercedes leaving executive detached homes?