The Great Edinburgh Trams Disaster
WC Fields as “The Great McGonigle” in THE OLD-FASHIONED WAY.
I like trams. I like riding on them, and seeing them in movies. I was a little perplexed when Edinburgh decided to get a tram system of its own, since we already have a very good bus service. Advertisements for the imminent new transport system couldn’t quite explain what it was going to bring to the table. Maybe it would be more environmentally friendly? Unfortunately, the unexpected amount of time the project has taken to be completed means it’ll be all but impossible to offset the carbon footprint of five years worth of construction, deconstruction and reconstruction. And nothing can offset the damage done to businesses by closed roads, and to quality of life by all the roadworks.
I attended Marvelous Mary’s annual William McGonagall Dinner, in celebration of the world’s worst poet (a Scotsman, naturally), and was asked to write something about the trams, on the grounds that McGonagall always liked to get his teeth into a good rail disaster. So I did. If you survive to the end, the last word will give you a free lesson in Scottish slang, which may come in useful someday, who knows?
THE GREAT EDINBURGH TRAMS DISASTER
(after William McGonagall)
Though the people of Edinburgh had their qualms
It was decided that they should ride about in tralms
Which would convey them about the town
With half going up and the rest of them going down
From the airport to the town beneath
All the way down to the Port of Leith
So the roadworks began and ripped up the roads
While the people were disturbed by the sound of drilling outside their abodes
And this went on for years and years
But still, the people said, “No tram appears!”
Just perpetual inconvenience and obstruction
Caused by all the digging and construction
Accompanied by runaway expense
That made the costs become truly immense
So that finally, to save some loot
The council decided to shorten the route
So it led from the airport to the centre of town
Which left those in Leith feeling rather let down
But no inquiry could place the blame
For what became known as Edinburgh’s Shame
And still there is no sign of trams
Because Edinburgh Town Council are a load of bams.
GLOSSARY
Bams = idiots

March 9, 2013 at 1:14 pm
I tried to respond to this with a smile, but I just couldn’t. It’s too tragic.
At least twice a week I travel into Edinburgh by train from Fife, a journey that passes the end of the airport runway. The construction of a platform and a ticket office would have sufficed to provide the service the tram system has failed to come up with in five years.
March 9, 2013 at 2:46 pm
It’s incredible, isn’t it?
March 9, 2013 at 3:37 pm
Our light rail (the cars look similar to your trams) managed to improve our downtown for awhile by removing some abominable late ’60s concrete sculptures and it didn’t take too long to build since the original line used much abandoned railroad branch line and the newer parallels a main line railroad ROW. It’s heavily used by commuters.
I notice our station names are less interesting compared to yours, most just give the intersection or a lettered/numbered street. The idea of a romantic station name here is “Alkali Flat”.
March 9, 2013 at 3:46 pm
The additional madness here, that really pushed the trams project over the edge was to put all the wiring underground, to avoid spoiling the city’s beauty. The problem with that is it’s a much bigger, more complicated job, and very few companies have experience doing it. Plus, nobody on the council responsible had any relevant experience administering a large-scale civic scheme like this.
We don’t tend to go in for numbered streets, since we don’t build on sensible grid systems, so EVERYTHING here has a name!
March 9, 2013 at 4:16 pm
Nottingham installed a tram system in 2004 for £20 million that has proved so popular the council employee with overall charge of its construction has had a street named after him. Invited by Edinburgh City Council to advise them, he urged them not to go for the company with the cheapest bid, but to choose the best and most experienced, and to build stringent penalty clauses into the contract in case of delays. They ignored him.
March 9, 2013 at 5:45 pm
Over here most wires aren’t buried, so another set of overhead wires isn’t worth griping about. Besides, telephone poles pale next to some of the aesthetic abominations here.
Does “city council member” = “developer’s toady” over there? It’s pretty much what it means here.
March 9, 2013 at 6:52 pm
The Nottingham system cost £200 miliion, not £20 million. No-one gets it that cheap!
March 9, 2013 at 8:30 pm
The Great McGonagall is my favorite Joe McGrath movie. For sheer Brechtian savoir faire there’s nothing remotely like it in all of of cinem — even Godard. And yes I’m not forgetting Wind From the East
March 9, 2013 at 9:30 pm
I still have The Bliss of Miss Blossom to see, but other than that it does look to be McGrath’s moment of glory. Milligan is the true genius there, I feel.
March 10, 2013 at 1:54 am
March 10, 2013 at 2:00 am
Don’t seel Joe short!
March 10, 2013 at 12:09 pm
Ah, but that one is Brian Eatwell’s film!
March 10, 2013 at 1:49 pm
Well if you want to put it that way so are the Phibes films.
March 10, 2013 at 1:56 pm
Casino Joe
March 10, 2013 at 2:13 pm
Shot by Nic Roeg, I think? BUT the Berlin scenes, as I suspected and as the IMDb now confirms, were the work of Ken Hughes. Hence the presence of Anna Quayle from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Hughes, at his best, was quite an exuberant visual stylist, and he gives Pettet a dazzling dance number.
March 10, 2013 at 4:17 pm
Figuring out precisely who did what on Casino Royale is an auteurist nightmare. I was told McGrath did Berlin but maybe he did Sellers with Ursula Andress.
March 11, 2013 at 12:56 am
He definitely did that, and a good chunk of the Welles-Sellers debacle. “Where’s our thin friend today?” Welles would ask him after another Sellers no-show.