Oh this is so GOOD. So meaty. And that wonderful way you've caught that reluctance to use modern methods, that fear they will be displaced, unemployed (and in those days, no welfare) that stubbornness to not allow ANY change in their workhabits, and even a sideways glance at offers of change.. The breaker boys - its just light talk now, but already they're building walls against it. God - it was like ... Sisyphus... rolling the damn stone up the hill - such hard work, almost impossible.
And even today when the car-making robots first came out... 'WE'll all be unemployed'... was the scream.
And Harry Slater... with Maggie Thatcher just being buried, I recall the miners' strikes in the UK. and how some of the Union Men... Red Robbo, and Scargill etc were organising the miners, with sneaky words but bad promises about disasters...(although they turned out to the correct, she did close 80 per cent of the working mines!!) But the bitterness, the snide nasties... the almost impossibility of getting 'through' with reasonable words, with commonsense, ... this you have caught SOOOO well.
I do NOT like Harry and you've made him deliciously horrible. 'Can't put a finger on it'..stuff. Glad Stephen and Gavin aren't idiots, they'll be needed before long. And Pearce... he's a bit odd? the way he looks as Sean, and yet seems 'kind' to Viggo... is he jealous? Golly. I am enjoying this.
Hsahah Viggo.. you eejit... Grace and Charlotte... caught in the nearly!
And the sweating in the broadcloth suit...BLoody perfect. A stiff collar and that heavy cloth in a stifling airless church....
Maybe it was better this way, to bawl and shriek for the dead instead of stepping on grief until it choked.
a lovely phrase.. but soo right for then. You went all stoic. Did all the 'doings'.. but you never let go! Never!!! If you broke your nights inwardly screaming the pains of loss, 'yer mek sure the childer never heerd!!!' Oh golly.
Oh thanks so much Splix. This is absolutely perfect for me, I lived almost in a place like that... during the war, and gosh.... takes me back.
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Oh this is so GOOD. So meaty. And that wonderful way you've caught that reluctance to use modern methods, that fear they will be displaced, unemployed (and in those days, no welfare) that stubbornness to not allow ANY change in their workhabits, and even a sideways glance at offers of change.. The breaker boys - its just light talk now, but already they're building walls against it. God - it was like ... Sisyphus... rolling the damn stone up the hill - such hard work, almost impossible.
And even today when the car-making robots first came out... 'WE'll all be unemployed'... was the scream.
And Harry Slater... with Maggie Thatcher just being buried, I recall the miners' strikes in the UK. and how some of the Union Men... Red Robbo, and Scargill etc were organising the miners, with sneaky words but bad promises about disasters...(although they turned out to the correct, she did close 80 per cent of the working mines!!) But the bitterness, the snide nasties... the almost impossibility of getting 'through' with reasonable words, with commonsense, ... this you have caught SOOOO well.
I do NOT like Harry and you've made him deliciously horrible. 'Can't put a finger on it'..stuff. Glad Stephen and Gavin aren't idiots, they'll be needed before long. And Pearce... he's a bit odd? the way he looks as Sean, and yet seems 'kind' to Viggo... is he jealous? Golly. I am enjoying this.
Hsahah Viggo.. you eejit... Grace and Charlotte... caught in the nearly!
And the sweating in the broadcloth suit...BLoody perfect. A stiff collar and that heavy cloth in a stifling airless church....
Maybe it was better this way, to bawl and shriek for the dead instead of stepping on grief until it choked.
a lovely phrase.. but soo right for then. You went all stoic. Did all the 'doings'.. but you never let go! Never!!! If you broke your nights inwardly screaming the pains of loss, 'yer mek sure the childer never heerd!!!' Oh golly.
Oh thanks so much Splix. This is absolutely perfect for me, I lived almost in a place like that... during the war, and gosh.... takes me back.