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Join Us After the Break
Join Us After the Break
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In the genre of humour, this is a book about a television station located in the centre of Glasgow.
Scottish Television Ltd. occupied an entire city block. It consisted of three studios plus one tiny continuity studio. All the administration offices were located there too. Sometimes it was a magical place to work. Other times it could drive you up the wall. I left in 1973 to spend a year at Granada Television. I never really settled in Manchester, and the opportunity of a floor manager job brought me back to STV in 1974. I was there from 19681973 and from 19742002.
This book is written from the perspective of the factory floor, or perhaps that should be studio floor.
There are no boardroom matters featured. Were not interested in share prices or profit margins. The narrative never goes higher than the second floor.
I was usually present at the time the anecdotes occurred. If I wasnt, then I knew and trusted someone who was.
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Release dateOct 28, 2013
ISBN9781481788779
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Dennis Mulligan

Dennis Mulligan Dennis joined STV as a trainee cameraman in November of 1968. Five years later, he moved to Granada Television in Manchester. A year later, the offer of a floor manager job brought him back to STV, where he spent the rest of his working life in the television industry. He knows where the body is buried!

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    Join Us After the Break - Dennis Mulligan

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    Contents

    Prologue

    July 2007

    November 1968

    The Odyssey Begins

    Late Call

    Is this a repeat?

    Opportunity Knocks

    I wanna tell you, friends, and I mean this most sincerely…

    Canteen

    Wee trees

    Colour

    Men’s socks got noticed

    Makem Country Style

    Is there anybody out there?

    Thingummyjig

    Waggle your wallies, and shoogle your sugarally water.

    Dean Martin

    Shortbread, a lump of coal, and wee dram!

    A Sense of Freedom

    Six o’clock it is, then, sir.

    Highway

    Instant great idea

    Ayr Races

    The big red towel

    Anniversary Show

    A warm thought on a cold night

    Wheel of Fortune

    And on the show tonight…

    Continuity Announcing

    Normal service will be resumed… soon.

    Hear Here

    Brothers in amps

    The Alexander Brothers

    He’ll no ken where that is.

    Soap Operas

    A bus stop on the eleventh floor?

    Garnock Way

    Perfect in every way. Couldn’t be better. Let’s do it again.

    John Toye

    Supergirl

    Kryptonite

    Something Rather Special

    Elusive daffs

    Jimmy Stewart

    Taxi for Stewart

    Mexico World Cup 1986

    Are we nearly there yet?

    Arthur Montford

    Jock Brown

    Harmonious Old Firm

    Football OBs

    Technology. Who needs it?

    Brian Mc Naughton

    In search of the holy quaich

    Epilogue

    Late Call

    Prolog1ue

    July 2007

    No funeral cortège would pass, but like graveside mourners, a small crowd had gathered. Silently and solemnly, they gazed at the partially demolished building. After fifty years of being synonymous with each other, Scottish Television and the area known as Cowcaddens, were about to part company forever. Most of those who had gathered had one thing in common. They had, at one time in their lives, worked in the building which once occupied this site. So often filled with life and with music and laughter, Studio A and the adjoining office blocks had been allowed to fall into disrepair since the decision was taken for STV to move to new premises at Pacific Quay, on the south side of the River Clyde.

    The original Theatre Royal was put out of action as a TV studio in 1969, after a disastrous fire. The new building was constructed during 1973 and was officially opened the following year by Princess Alexandra. At the time, it was the largest and most technologically advanced television studio in the country. Studios were still busy, exciting places back then. It was a thrill to come to work each day, but that ethos has all gone.

    The building now lay empty, silent, and forlorn. Broken windows had allowed water to penetrate, and after just thirty-three years, it was being allowed to die.

    A massive bulldozer sat growling in a corner. Its powerful diesel engine was at rest but not asleep. Its operator emerged from the crowd and moved towards the great beast.

    I joined a group of onlookers watching from Renfrew Street.

    Suddenly, as though on a cue from an unseen floor manager, the bulldozer’s snarls turned to ferocious roars as it sprang to life and moved in for the kill. Its intended defenceless victim was the staff canteen on the top floor. The reach of the bulldozer’s menacing steel arm was only to the second floor, but it was enough. Its assault on the building was almost frenzied. The sound of collapsing masonry was somehow sickening. Familiar corridors and stairwells were briefly exposed to the outside world before being reduced to rubble and consigned to memory. Some artwork from the Saturday morning children’s show Fun House had been painted directly on the studio walls and was identified by some of the younger onlookers. Screams of recognition were mixed with those of dismay. Shattering glass could be heard from somewhere deep within. Then the great beast pushed the canteen walls inwards, causing the whole of the floor to collapse in on itself. A dust cloud rose out of the void like a sandstorm in a desert and billowed towards my little group. The traffic lights at the junction of Hope Street and Renfrew Street were completely obscured. Traffic had been halted in anticipation of

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