Ding, ding!

A couple of years ago I was on a bus in Edinburgh, on my way back to the city centre from (I think) a conference somewhere on the outskirts.

As every single conversation in Edinburgh has done for the last few years, my chat with the person next to me turned to trams, with a resigned discussion about the delays caused by the considerable upheaval that the city’s tram project brought about.

Well, to be accurate it wasn’t the project itself that caused the upheaval: the problem was the its gross m...