Diary
Christopher Harvie: Cars and Cuckoo Clocks, 26 January 1995
“... men in big glasses chop-chop-chopping with a chisel until a perfect mortice joint emerged. ‘Fine day, Mr Aikman. Everybody satisfied wi’ the boat? No a great looker, but she doesnae have to be. This your grandson? Great-nephew. You want tae be a shipbuilder too, son.’ The sense of a command in that, most of a lifetime ago. The Grangemouth Dockyard was ... ”