GE 1998-9 Season 5 Episode 1: Paulitorial
Note: this is not a transcript, but a working draft of the script, so there may be differences in the aired version.
PAUL:	The past six years have seen us make Reykjavik 
	our token home for a festive 'last Saturday in August 
	in Iceland live' broadcast.  This summer, with renovations 
	closing down most of the studios in the BCN building, we 
	embarked on a full-scale, all-inclusive traveling Great 
	Eastern road show, stopping in 12 delightful Icelandic towns.

	As in the past,, the fresh, apple-cheeked people of that 
	ancient and storied island endeared themselves to us with 
	their public-spirited toil and intense revelry.  The 
	unfortunate incident with the mayor's daughter at Bejtdisfjorder 
	was soon forgiven over liberal rations of aquavit and a spirited 
	and rowdy recitation of the sagas in a cozy, smoke-filled 
	country inn.  I wasn't imbibing, of course, but within seconds 
	of my arrival nobody was in any condition to notice anyway.

	Heroic Iceland, married to the broadcasts of the BCN through an 
	electronic twist of geophysical fate that results in our signal 
	tunnel-jumping and wave-warping its way to curious listeners 
	on a distant island.  It's another unlikely encounter in the 
	strange tale of twentieth century communication - a vast and 
	complex saga of nautical machines and cables and electronic 
	pulses criss-crossing North Atlantic islands. 

	And the Broadcasting Corporation of Nfld. happily announces 
	that it's negotiations with the communications governing bodies 
	of several other islands and countries in the North Atlantic 
	Basin will soon see the free broadcast of this mighty show to 
	areas currently served by the pirate RCI signals.  Before long, 
	we will be multi-international !

	Soon, it will be Hello, Hebrides, how are you !  Come in Cape 
	Verde, Canary and the Channel Islands !  Welcome, the isle of 
	Wight !  Allo, Azores, Ireland and the Orkneys !  Greetings 
	to Guernsey, Jersey, Sark and Man !  Tune in, from the Funks 
	to Madeira to Jan Mayen, from our island to yours.

	This seems a natural progression for us.  There exists a deep 
	sub-woofer connection between and amongst islands and islanders, 
	a voodoo, a vuggum, always eerily telepathic, sometimes mythical, 
	sometimes mystical, something we all feel, something none of us 
	can or would define or categorize ... palpable yet ... not.
 
	We share an ingenuity and persistence in the face of mental and 
	physical conditions that temper our spirits into resilient yet 
	solid and stolid stuff.  Islanders, unique and individual. 

	And after all, isn't every man an island ?

	So come on everybody, let's share more ... let's share the Great Eastern !