On Thursday, Son came to the college at lunchtime and we went to a nearby shopping centre for lunch. Afterwards, we wandered round a bit and inspected this display about Edinburgh's projected tram system. "Coming soon" - hah!
This is a major source of mockery and grief in the city since some bright spark decided a few years ago that we should bring trams back. No one I've ever met wants them; it's cost umpty-tum millions; the streets have been hugely dug-up; the companies doing it have run out of money/gone into dispute/whatever and the whole thing has ground to a halt. We have a few tram rails but no trams.
We hadn't heard about the chap above, but evidently he's been excavated in the course of the works. Son inspected him in a doctorly way (too late for emergency procedures, I fear). A passerby peered over Son's shoulder. "Aye," he pronounced gloomily. "Poor man was probably waiting for a tram."