IN THESE days of rolling news, e-mails and Twitter, we forget that not so long ago, getting the news out was a hard, physical task that usually took all night.

As late as 1980, down amongst the din, the shouted voices and the stink of carcinogenic ink in the Evening Times' Albion Street office, hot metal still put press to paper.

From the editor's order, via the journalist's pen and the copytaker's typewriter, the story wound its way from the streets to the smoke-fugged office all the way down to the basement press hall and eventually on to papers and into the waiting vans which would carry the news from Glasgow to all points across Scotland.

Now, the click of computers has replaced the crash and whirr of machines, but the news still reaches you.