The ‘top secret’ picket was a bloody farce and achieved nothing more than costing those of us daft enough to turn out a night’s sleep! Only one thing brightened up an otherwise useless picket and that was the sight of one of our lads, Brian, turning up pissed with all his gear in a carrier bag because he’d been told we were leaving straight afterwards. He was so pissed that when one of the lads took his bag he assumed they were putting it on the coach for him. They weren’t, as we saw another lad stagger towards the entrance trying to pretend he was one of the scabs going into work. He might have got away with it if it hadn’t been 3am and him staggering so much. As it was, him and Brian’s full wardrobe were arrested, both being released at 5.30. This could have a lot to do with the smell coming from Brian’s socks!
Back in Penicuik we said our goodbyes to Willie and Marlene, and an official thanked us for coming but said we wouldn’t be needed in Scotland again. I guess this proves that a deal has been done, which is a depressing thought. How the hell can we win when our own union doesn’t support us?
Kath and the girls were shocked when I got home and they saw all my cuts and bruises. I’ve had to promise to spend some time with them until I recover. I need a rest.