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 1968–1973 and from 1974–2002. This book is written from the perspective of the factory floor, or perhaps that should be “studio floor”. There are no boardroom matters featured. We’re 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 wasn’t, then I knew and trusted someone who was.