I remember the 70's
quereing at the supermarket waiting for the sugar to be brought out because Tate and Lyle were on strike quereing outside the independent bakers because Mothers Pride or United Bakers or somebody were on strike.
I Remember my Dad going up to the Morris Social club for mass meetings on the sports ground coz Red Robbo had called one, and the telegrams arriving to tell him to go back to work ( he was at British Leyland Cowley Plant) he hated the unions too, that's why he went back on the cabs, and Yea I remember him quereing for petrol but that was OPEC and not the unions.
I left school in 1980 and was lucky to have an apprenticship as a Chef at Lincoln College OXford.
My mum had got me a job serving the students at table when I was 14 because she was a college scout, I was at Oxford the same time as Cameron and and Osbroune who knows I may well have served them or cooked for them.
I knew my place I was an pleb Ock or any other term those upper class twats thought I was and took great joy in reminding us staff that we were.
I know all about Tories and their attitudes to the working classes.
Anybody remember when there were personell departments in companies that dealt with people.
And not Human resource departments that deal with Human resources