pinkmonkey
2.4 hour party person
I'm from a mining town
What do I remember?
Nearly every shop on my high street closing down.
Our local supermarket removing all the shelves and stocking nothing but beans, bread, milk and sugar sold from palletts on the floor.
Kids at school begging you to buy them crisps and hungrily eating them. Kids stealing your packed lunch. A woman in the next town starving to death to feed her kids
Walking to school past the houses of 'scabs' which had every window smashed and paint and excrement daubed everywhere.
The kids of 'scabs' being violently beaten up.
My school (pupils not teachers) going on strike one afternoon in support of the miners -we kept it hush hush for days and at two O'Clock one afternoon we just got up and all walked out and stood outside the gates. The telly crews turned up and all.
My school headmaster going ballistic in assembly the next day as a result, saying how we had shamed him (Tory twat -my dad was right - he was an idiot).
Scargill marching down our high street with our local majorettes as acompaniment.
My grandad dying in a lung cancer ward full of other miners, they were not properly protected against the coal dust in the old days.
It was a fucking awful time and our town took years to recover.
I was one of the lucky ones as my dad was on the dole at the time (having been made redundant as a result of the above.)
I'm sorry I can't remember anymore.....
What do I remember?
Nearly every shop on my high street closing down.
Our local supermarket removing all the shelves and stocking nothing but beans, bread, milk and sugar sold from palletts on the floor.
Kids at school begging you to buy them crisps and hungrily eating them. Kids stealing your packed lunch. A woman in the next town starving to death to feed her kids
Walking to school past the houses of 'scabs' which had every window smashed and paint and excrement daubed everywhere.
The kids of 'scabs' being violently beaten up.
My school (pupils not teachers) going on strike one afternoon in support of the miners -we kept it hush hush for days and at two O'Clock one afternoon we just got up and all walked out and stood outside the gates. The telly crews turned up and all.
My school headmaster going ballistic in assembly the next day as a result, saying how we had shamed him (Tory twat -my dad was right - he was an idiot).
Scargill marching down our high street with our local majorettes as acompaniment.
My grandad dying in a lung cancer ward full of other miners, they were not properly protected against the coal dust in the old days.
It was a fucking awful time and our town took years to recover.
I was one of the lucky ones as my dad was on the dole at the time (having been made redundant as a result of the above.)
I'm sorry I can't remember anymore.....