codswallop (Lol. Yes. A Flapdoodle is (was) pretty much a limp and lethargic Whangdoodle, known for fiddle-faddling about!
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(I think the one thing I like about airports is watching all the strange people. Different clothes, different behaviours... Sometimes I will see the odd one who doesn't know (or doesn't want others to know?) his gender, but I consider that kind mentally affected, rather than just different or strange. Also I like watching people depart or arrive. Despite their differences, some things remain the same.)
(I think of blimps as how travel was supposed to be. Like ships of the sky. They travel slower than planes, but they get there eventually, and everyone has had a good rest with plenty of space, and minimal use of fuel. The means of transport is for the middle class that should have been, but isn't. Think 1940s to 1960s era. The thought reminds me of the movie The Rocketeer. I think I would be a bit more nervous on a blimp that I am on a plane, just on how well the non-floating parts were connected to the floating parts...)