I bet you didn’t know you can jump start an aircraft with a car battery and a pair of jump leads. That’s what happened to me today but with the cold everyone seemed to be having low battery problems. Having finally got to Rochester and slotted into to the circuit to land, a pair of idiots on the ground then decided to start tinkering with the radio in their Pelican microlight aircraft. “What does the ‘T’ (transmit symbol) mean” says one to the other. “Dunno” says his friend and the conversation carries on like a two Ronnies sketch for a good ten minutes, locking up the approach frequency, while the control tower and other pilots queuing to land on runway 20, are losing their cool and like me are very tempted, to shout “Get off the air you stupid *****s.” But they can't hear anyway.
I had to do a go-around on the first approach as I couldn’t contact the tower and on the second, in the moments that the frequency cleared, was given permission to land at the next attempt at my own discretion.
By the time I had landed the air traffic control had identified them, parked-off to the side of the apron and had a word. At which point and for their own personal safety I suspect, they decided to escape quickly back to North Weald before the enraged landing pilots like me found them.
All in a day’s flying I suppose but weekends in the air, as I explained to my passenger, can be just as bad as weekends on the road; Sunday drivers!