Re: 6pm weekdays
I remember those days well - I was living/working in Wimbeldon at the time. When Concorde flew over, everything stopped - not just because it was so loud you couldn't hold a conversation, but because everyone knew that this damp little island had produced something truly magnificent and we were rightfully very proud of it. Everyone looked always up to watch it sail over. I don't remember anyone ever complaining about Concordes loudness as it announced its passing overhead - whereas an unsilenced scooter screams its puny passage to everyones annoyance.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
