Neil Braidwood: Gone, the Golden Age of Scottish printing

THE other night, I dreamt that I found a Linotype machine in my garden. You know, one of those things used in the newspaper industry, where you typed in the copy on a keyboard, and it translated the text from molten lead into ‘hot metal’ slugs of words.

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