Summary
DONALD Dewar has grown in stature since his death ten years ago. In life, he stood 6ft 6in in his black, sometimes threadbare, socks, although his mild stoop lowered him a little. Today, he stands nine feet tall from the bottom of his brogues to the tip of his comb- over crown. He has also been put on a pedestal. For some politicians, the pedestal is figurative, and one from which they tumble. For Donald, it is physical, a six-feet cylinder of polished Balmoral red granite, on top of which he stands sure. From his position at the top of Buchanan Street, and the bottom of the steps to the Royal Concert Hall, all Glasgow passes before his bespectacled eyes.
He looks a little greener around the gills. Hair, face, suit, shirt and tie are all a pewter green, but the pose is contemplative, with his hands behind his back, as if, at any moment, he will continue to stroll down the street. The view he enjoys is both fixed and ever-changing. In the eight years he has stood sentinel, since Tony Blair drew back the veil, shops have changed and tumbling wind turbines have sprouted on the distant hills, but the great avenue of Buchanan Street remains.See the full content of this document
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A Day Out with Donald Dewar
A "Donald's-eye" view of the world can be enjoyed by sitting on the top steps of the concert hall and looking down on the shoppers emerging from HMV, JD Sports and Dorothy Perkins. The students with their backpacks, mums ladden with shopping, businessmen in suits, you'd be surprised how many glance up for a second or two, but Donald, as he is wont to do, keeps his eye firmly fixed on the ...
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