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Don't read any further. As you know this has nothing to do with me really.
What's new? What's so twenty-first-century about anything that is on offer? What is there in any of it that lifts the spirit, feeds the soul or gets 'us' as a species, you as a town excited about the least part of it all or the whole?
Edinburgh is a special place. As you walk about it's staid Georgian architecture or it's more ancient areas what does lift the spirits is that the vista down each side street is of sky and hills;some barren and misty other topped with follies various, Grecian temple and Castle. Even trundling down some tight 'wynd' or narrow passageway there is still a sense of space and of vastness. I am not so sure a sea view can match such a vista of hill sides and the sight of 'weather' interacting with the Earth. Sky and sea may meet at the distant horizon, but to be reminded daily that the heavens and the earth kiss and caress all around us does wonders for the spirit.
So much for the dream sequence.
'Executive Homes', half-timbered Ticky-Tacki* and acres of resting-ground for the motor vehicles...wow!
Not even a hint of 'sustainability', just the threat of more rivulets of rain-water descending on the town.
A price tag of £250,000 to £350,000 and a shop.
[What with house prices coming down here 'in town' and the banishment of the poor from the City as a whole...?]
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Malvina Reynolds
1. Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
2. And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
3. And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.
4. And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.