It doesn’t happen very often in these days of one-edition, overnight newspapers, but nothing on earth matches the buzz of re-jigging pages against the clock to accommodate a big breaking story. And woe betide the management flunky or tetchy printer who gets in the way during those precious minutes.
It’s a bit different though when the interfering prat is the proprietor, as Jack Irvine – editor of the Daily Record the night Jock Stein died – splendidly relates on the Gentlemen Ranters website. Twenty-some years later, the annoyance is still evident: “I hope Maxwell suffered as he clung to the side of that bloody boat” being one of the milder comments aimed at Fat Bob. Marvellous stuff.