My Dad got out in the war too. Not choice as such, just that they wanted electricians rerouting essential non military phone lines during the blitz. He never went back to the pit either. (My Aunty's husband's number came up and although he was already a miner, he was told to report to the army. To wriggle out of it, he became a Jehovah's Witness. This is how religion takes off, because as a result of the war, many towns' membership increased, but I digress.)

My memories of my work are largely good ones mind. When they shut Elsecar, many came down to our pit.

Terribulus. You are getting as daft as Field Marshall Keith A Hole of Hertford VD & Bar. Whether people agree with a historian is irrelevant. Historians are, despite the simple uneducated view put forward by Keith, subjective in their handling of a subject.

But either you know that already or, as I suspect, educating pork is something I shouldn't be doing. Got some paint drying somewhere, I'll go and stare at it.

Ask Keith what TC means and go and practice saying it in front of a mirror, there's a good whatever you are.