Your first picture there,
editor, (the Caird Hall?) suddenly reminded me of a time I had gone over to Dundee and was vaguely wandering along, thinking about 18th birthday present for my younger brother, when I glanced toward that whatever-its-name concert hall building and was struck by the fact that it was festooned with a whole load of hammer and sickle banners and couple of very big pictures of Lenin.
"Oh", I thought, "has the revolution happened and news has not reached me?"
Glanced around at others passers-by but all seemed just to be walking along about their business and finding nothing unusual about this at all. I remained at bit flummoxed, so my bemused internal dialogue sort of continued:
"Well, it's at least theoretically possible, I suppose, given that St. Andrews is not really in the red-hot vanguard of anything, and nobody* has a telly. And there's radio for news, but realistically have radio news on while also doing the lazy-person mad dash to-and-fro about washdresscoffee, then mainly get the news by reading newspapers much later in the day."
"That's very dimwitted and stupid of me. Oh well.
![Frown :( :(](/ubb/frown.gif)
Probably I should hail a random person or two in the street and ask them. It's the normal thing to do, after all. But it's not
quite the same as asking in an unfamiliar town 'excuse me, sorry to bother you, but could you possibly tell me how to get to Bloggs Street, please?'
"What to do?" Or, I suppose "what is to be done?"
Oh, the temporary confusements!
It was all just stuff put there for making a film.