It depends whose Britain you are talking about. Had you driven buses through potholed roads, splashing through huge puddles filled with coaldust in Stavely and Poolsbrook, you may have felt a little differently about it all. Bigoted, spoilt brats, who had never done so much as clean a toilet, were pontificating about wicked Communists, because anciliary workers in the NHS wanted a basic wage above twenty two pounds a week. Whose tail was wagging whose dog? Am I supposed to owe the village bully his tribute of a birthright of deference?