Old_Wanker, Well ALRIGHTYTHEN! A belated welcome to the colonies. Please do enjoy the 4th of July fireworks.
I was only in England just one time. I worked in Whitehall for three weeks. Mostly just a few yards from Sir Winston Churchill's wartime command post. It was of course pre-911 and it was somewhat of a "CULTURE SHOCK" for me note the anti-terrorist measures. I had the pleasure of working with some Royal Navy blokes who arrived for work in the morning in uniform but with a civilian sweater over their uniform shirt. They wore their insignia of rank as a tie clip so in theory they looked civillian but how strange to see a bunch of guys show up in shiny black shoes, black socks, black slacks with white shirts and all alike dark ties but all wearing various pull over sweaters. Wonder who this fooled? In theory the IRA (my relatives that I am not too proud of) were supposed to be fooled. I think the disguise would have been about the same as wearing a tri-color rifle target on your back. They show up and take off the sweater and are military till lunch when they don the "disguise" and go across the street to the pub for lunch.
I was much more impressed with their security both outside and inside the building. Anyway, I enjoyed London and the underground. Took a train south almost to the sea but stopped in the sheep country with thatched roof cottages and narrow winding lanes not sufficient for two minis to pass without someone putting their tires on the grass. As I was a passenger with a British contractor driving to lunch at a pub in a nearby villeage I nearly died of cardiac arrest every time we met a car and he dodged over to the "wrong" side of the road. I should have killed us all if I drove. Years of training your reflexes is hard to overcome by conscious will.
Patrick
I was only in England just one time. I worked in Whitehall for three weeks. Mostly just a few yards from Sir Winston Churchill's wartime command post. It was of course pre-911 and it was somewhat of a "CULTURE SHOCK" for me note the anti-terrorist measures. I had the pleasure of working with some Royal Navy blokes who arrived for work in the morning in uniform but with a civilian sweater over their uniform shirt. They wore their insignia of rank as a tie clip so in theory they looked civillian but how strange to see a bunch of guys show up in shiny black shoes, black socks, black slacks with white shirts and all alike dark ties but all wearing various pull over sweaters. Wonder who this fooled? In theory the IRA (my relatives that I am not too proud of) were supposed to be fooled. I think the disguise would have been about the same as wearing a tri-color rifle target on your back. They show up and take off the sweater and are military till lunch when they don the "disguise" and go across the street to the pub for lunch.
I was much more impressed with their security both outside and inside the building. Anyway, I enjoyed London and the underground. Took a train south almost to the sea but stopped in the sheep country with thatched roof cottages and narrow winding lanes not sufficient for two minis to pass without someone putting their tires on the grass. As I was a passenger with a British contractor driving to lunch at a pub in a nearby villeage I nearly died of cardiac arrest every time we met a car and he dodged over to the "wrong" side of the road. I should have killed us all if I drove. Years of training your reflexes is hard to overcome by conscious will.
Patrick