Hear Hear!
Well said wensleydale. I use to pop home on leave from Spadeadam to my parents home in Skelmanthorpe each weekend. Passed at least two pits every monday morning on the way into Wakefield to get the Train up to Carlisle, there they all were standing around their braziers. My Step Father, God rest him, worked, shall we say, with Scargill at one of the local Colliery's back in the day. He said work was something which he spent a lot of effort to avoid. Indeed, that effort was devoted to getting to where he finished up.
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