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The Coronalogues
The Coronalogues

Season 2, Episode 5 · 2 months ago

An Edinburgh Address

ABOUT THIS EPISODE

The City of Edinburgh speaks to her people. 

1 City, 1 Year On, 5 More Stories.

A restauranteur contemplates losing her career, a conspiracy theorist uncovers a strange plot, a young girl writes to a TV judge, a woman attempts a daring escape from a marriage and the City of Edinburgh finally addresses her own.

A second series of interconnected tales from a time like no other…

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The chronologers, the second wavechapter, five and Edinburgh address well. One thing we can agree upon thislast year will certainly not be remembered, as my prime, through nofault of my own or mead. You cannot told me to account. I am as upturned as all of you Iresisted as much as I could my darlings. There is nothing I longfor more than for you to claim me back. Believe me, I long for the day when you strip offthose cumbersome things from around your head, so I can get a good look atyour beautiful faces and allow you to embrace me once more my devoted darlings. You recognize the voice. This is what I am most often expectedto sound like that broady women. I always found her shrill,...

...her or Ribbes, like of been Gungi, whiskey, shocked,gravel. At the end of my ninth consecutive cigarette old Riken, did perhaps you expected me to sound a bitmore Welsh, Urvan, Welsh, not Tom Jones Welsh. I could be more beg by bayous. Not todo that. You can. None are true. Then again, all are true to a point, any one who spent more than fiveminutes in my company knows that I'm many voices I tell many stories. I am internationaldarling, more certainly European British. Yes, though I have to say increasinglyreluctantly so, but I am most defiantly Scottish, I will not be held down to the oneinterpretation. I am so much more than a limited imagination of just some ofyou. I am the very definition of inclusivelyopen to any one, every one, just so long as you can pay. That is perhaps the only thing I am toall people expensive. I will admit to that, but look at what you're getting foryour money. This isn't any old city you're buy and into here. This is theAthens of the north, admittedly with heavier in and taxation, but still no one can deny. Even now. In thesetimes I am still spectacular. I haven't allowed locked on to ruin my figure. Istill dazzle effortlessly in the liquid...

...light of an east coast evening, evenwithout all the fireworks Julery and festival Bolga. My beauty is stillundeniable. My Silhouette iconic, my magnificence made perhaps more timeless.Now I've been stripped of all the sparkly make up. I am still exquisitelyas a Bron come in on I'm still the Mad God dream, I'm ashowpiece, I'm a capital say no matter how upset that makes. My sister Glasgow always been jealous that one, it's not really fair to make acomparison, and please don't hear me say that she is plain and anyway I'mnot saying that she just has her own unique style, very pretty in parts a very earthyattractiveness, not for every one. But if you like her, you like her forthose who, like that sort of thing, that's the sort of thing they like she's, very popular amongst their own,and I have to say, she's very good to them. The people make glass go apparently very true, I'm just not sure. That'squite the flak. She thinks is a bit like saying the weather makesAberdeen. I mean they're, lovely people, most of them friendly to the point of intrusion, but for the love of God, and please not.I do love my sister dearly. I'm really...

...not trying to be nice to her, but someone needs to tell her orange really isn't her color. She really needs to banish italtogether from her wardrobe. It's embarrassing to see it out in publicwearing it without so much as a bloody face mask to hide their shame why her true colors are much kinder thanthat. so much bolder and impressive. I don't know why she insists upon wearingit. She's had it for far too long, and somebody just needs to say to her it'sold and it was always ugly throw it out. Not Me, of course, I'm not suggesting Ishould say anything to it with it there on my place, not on my stupid, an oneterrible tem for that woman has it takes, especially with a drink in er.Thanks can turn aggressive, really quickly, believe you me one minute, you're our best pole,singing songs and get in our life story. Next thing, you've got a glass of tonicwine thrown in your face because you politely suggested turning down thelanguage. There's no need for the sea words and abracery. But that's my point. I know who I am, I accept it blemishesand all that's the difference between her and I to be perfectly honest withyou. A big part of our problem. She's never really got over me beingrecognized for my capital Walley. I mean the check of that this from someone who's dined out onthat second city of the empire. Nonsense for decades, again, not quitethe books. That once was the windows change my dear. These arenot the days to be showing your mouth off about your role in the empire andregardless it changes nothing. I am, I...

...always shall be the capital. She still got a big chip on hershoulder about that and we all know how she feels about chips. I she might bequick to offer your tea, but you can bet your BMI is not poached. Don't daretell her. I said that I'll end up with more than a traffic gone on my head, but I not for this play ther in I'm nothere to gossip, about my sister. I've got things I wish to see importantthings, and I would like it to be norn thatthis is for all who claim me as their own. You belong to me through nothingmore than your own inclination. You needn't have lived here or indeed,deavor have lived here. You may only have visited spent the night attended,the party once perhaps you only paused here briefly on root to somewhere lessfabulous, but your heart was forever stolen and you've secretly sinceclaimed me as your own. I've got a long list of jealous lovers who arescattered all over the globe most have yet to get over me I reach out to allof you all who claim me is theirs, because indeed I am. I am everyromantic notion of myself that you dare to master. I exist as much in yourimagination as I do in reality and will exceed expectations in both, which is why I say to you this hold on. I know you are weary. I get that you'resick of this sickness that you're ill with the unadulterated insolence ofthis illness, the very fucking audacity. Sorry I shouldn't swear, but how dearthis thing, this tiny little microscopic thing it to dictate. What Ido. Does it not know who I am I mean? How do you think I feel not once inseventy years as anything curtailed my...

...social calendar, my annual cultural cavalcades, wereseen as a necessity for the better man of the planet's mental health. The showalways went on through the best of times through the worst of times,especially in the west of times. That was the whole point. Nineteen forty six few of you will remember how dismalnineteen forty six was, but it made this year. Look like a leaf house party.I'd had enough. I JUST THOUGHT TO MYSELF: I'm not having this anymore, I'm notone for dwelling and melancholious. I've had too much of it. It does nobodyany good time to get on o one thousand nine hundred and fortyseven. We had a festival which became the festival, then festivals, jemeny account. I became the festival city every year. The world comes to me andwe celebrate the very idea of an idea. We abandon ourselves to an orgy ofsenseless creativity, a sweaty mass of inklings and concepts and conflicts,and one liners and anecdotes and rats in every shape and self indulgent color.You can imagine oh tripping over themselves for stage time and everycramped corner of my enigmatically puzzled architecture. I am the very essence of inspiration, a global sorte of illumination and I am Persano by a malicious micropaused in my crime, by a Peshire poisonous particle trust me. I understand your frustration and yet still I say to you hold on not because I think that things willreturn to normal. You understand, I...

...think we would agree. We were past thepoint of that some time ago. To be honest, who would want them to? We surely have more aspiration thanthat. We must aim to be better. That, surely,must be the point of this to be better ress, a few things lots to think about not all of it bad, but there areclearly challenges ahead, no point in deny in it and without wanting to soundpious, we all must do a bit. I mean a very base level. For God's sake, getgood vaccine. I cannot deny that I'm no stranger toan infection or two as anyone who slept with a comedian at the fringe ill tellyou. I am a say that sin residents breaked up in their streets over ourbreaks, so don't talk to me about harsh measures. I think we can all agree. Theone thing I do not need any more of is another bloody goes to. In fact, if Ihad my way, we'd Reomeo these anti vators and Madi Kings close until theycome to their bloody senses, but I'm talking more than that. We are all brittle this now a year of this, and our nerves aresharp temper, short emotion, repressed anxiety, heightened the perilous natureof our existence has been laid there. We all know know beyond doubt that theentire world can change in a sneeze that the story of our lives can besuddenly and violently disrupted by a single cough. I'm just the same as you. I am you. If we don't learn from this, if wedon't change, if we can't come to terms with our own in consequence, then howcan we ever hope to mean anything? So I say again my darlings. However,you may find yourself...

...hold on if I was wearing my short bread Shawl,I would say: There's a get day coming, a pithy sentiment, you might say, butI'm not above pithiness pithiness has its place and it sells a lot of Whiskey, but there will be a day on the otherside of all of this. When we are sitting in something new somethingbetter because you will have created it, you will have reimagined me and I have real faith that it will besomething to celebrate. It'd better, be I'm saying a lot ofunused fireworks and Adinda a dress was performed. I Ifare. It was written back here. Mc callister,the music was composed by Dave bemaspecial thanks, go to SeanaMcDonald, Crista, McDonald, Scott, Edinburgh, you theater Kitty and CanonCordon and Olit gilded Bilin, the corona logs. The second weave is awatchless space production in partnership with Gilded Balloon. This has been a difficult time for theArras. None of the contributors have received any payment. If you haveenjoyed this episode and we like to donate, then details can be fined inthe audio description. Alternatively, you can tinite by visiting watch thisspace productions, com or a gilded Balin doc. Co, Douk aldernay will besplit equally amongst the intriguers...

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