Poetry On Motion
Our top trails producer, Ken Lindsay, has outed himself as a bit of a poet. When he first let me hear the rough version of his Adventures on the M8 promotion I'm afraid I asked him a very insulting question:
"That's great, " I said, "who wrote it?"
Now Ken, I should explain, is one of the most modest men working in the Ö÷²¥´óÐã so you can imagine the emotional backflips he must have performed before pointing to himself and telling me that he, himself, had penned this little classic.
See if you can spot the last-minute change he made from the original script to what finally made it on air:
This is the M8 crossing the nation,
Speeding commuters to their destination.
Four by Four the rich, busses for the poor,
Artics fat with ready meals, tankers plump with fuel.
Through leafy Lothian they rise, a steady climb,
The bleak fields of Shotts... and then the decline,
To blast through Glasgow on concrete stilts,
Past off-ramps to nowhere and dreams half built,
A sixty mile snake of noise and emission,
The Central Belt's sunlit sixties vision...
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