Back in 1989, when the Berlin Wall fell, an urban planner in London got a phone call from a colleague in Moscow saying, basically, "" Hi, this is Vladimir. I'd like to know, who's in charge of London's bread supply? "" And the urban planner in London goes, "" What do you mean, who's in charge of London's — I mean, no one is in charge. "" "" Oh, but surely someone must be in charge.