I was born into the industrial heartland of the South-East Northumbrian coal-field in 1961; a landscape of colliery villages, working pits and thriving communities dominated by the iconic chimneys of Blyth Power Station - a cathedral of the modern-age that powered our homes and record players as we played our Can, Faust and Gong albums. For the first 18 years of my life that was my world, my people, my culture, my England - but it's all gone now - no more pits, and no more power station; a landscape that only exists in my dreaming - and a couple of films on YouTube!

Blyth Power Station Record Breaker Part 1 (featuring Ewan MacColl???)

Backworth Colliery 1974

I submit that the above is about as realistic and as accurate as the 'chocolate box' view indicating bias in the opposite direction.

What planet are you on, Paul??