Roving around
Friends and readers. You may or may not know that we have in Greater Pilton an art gallery.Yes you read correctly art gallery. Yes on West Granton Road just next to the flats to be demolished and behind the hole in the road that nobody has bothered to fill in. Just on that point that hole in the road contains electric cable joints open to the public and LIVE. Would this be allowed to happen in say Barton or Crammond.
But never mind that is mere detail isnt it councillor Fitzpatrick who is probably to busy enjoying the freebies of the festival to be bothered with a potentially dangerous hole in the ground. He would probably just blame someone else anyway.
But back to business. Yes an art gallery in our very working class midst,yes the delights of rembrandt, reubans, constable and all the rest. But wait a minute that is just a guess on our part. We do not know nobody does,because it is never open,thats if you can find it. We are also realibly informed it is a museum as well,how wonderful and an alladins cave of interest both historic and artistic for the art loving punters to view.
You can if you get close enough to the almost covered board phone up to make an appointment to view these and other delights. Makes you wonder why bother just use it to store junk we are after all just a glorifed dumping ground,or so it seems.
Do you think the art lovers who congregate in the city centre would have to phone up to make an appointment to view the artistic delights on view in the national gallery ,we think not.
So what makes us any different. why cant the local punters if they so wish go and view what is on offer in the Greater Pilton gallery. We can only speculate as to the reason. But as you avoid the hole that bars your way and head down pass Lidll and Iceland on to the Gala Bingo ,pass the various disgusting carryout joints and on pass the bookies and to the end which is the glorious and delightful Anchor Inn, you may just wonder in a fleeting passing moment,what might happen if the punters had to phone up to make an appointment to visit the bingo or the bookies or our very own watering hole the Anchor inn.
Mabey if that were to happen and the delights of gambling and drinking were restricted to appointment only, would revolution be but a stones throw away.Â