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114. Monday November 5th, 1984.

In Uncategorized on November 5, 2009 at 10:25 am

Well, the strain has finally caught up with Kath and she has suggested that we split up. I didn’t argue because home life has become unbearable and it was starting to affect the girls. We’ve agreed that a seperation will be best for all of us and I’ll leave as soon as I can find somewhere to live. 12 years down the pan! Thank you Thatcher! Perhaps when the strike is finally over we can get back together, though I doubt it because there is no way I am ever going back down the pit again. I’ve been saying it for months, win or lose, and I can’t really see Kath wanting to be with me when I’m unemployed. Que sera sera.

Chris Moore phoned to say the Redskins are playing the Bunker club in Sunderland tomorrow night and has invited me and Kath along. Kath doesn’t want to go so I’ll go on my own. I need something to cheer me up.

Kinnock has refused to attend a series of planned rallies. Just proves where his true loyalties lie, and it aint with us miners!

The Delegate Conference has voted unanimously to continue the strike, which is heartening in the light of concerted efforts by the NCB to bribe men back to work. The bastards are trying hard to get NUM funds but they aren’t finding it easy. Let’s hope it stays that way.


113. Saturday November 3rd, 1984.

In Uncategorized on November 2, 2009 at 12:42 pm

Even the bloody weather was against us today, with pouring rain spoiling the firework display we had organised for the kids outside the kitchen.It didn’t dampen our spirits though and it was a great success. Bob Delbridge and some other students at Newcastle Poly had made two brilliant effigies of Thatcher and MacGregor which sat on top of the bonfire, with a full outline of the Houses of Parliament placed in front. When the black paper burned away it revealed the slogan, ‘Victory to the Miners’, complete with SWP fist, and the crowd cheered. There were a few hundred people present to watch the spectacle, braving the rain, and applauding loudly when Thatcher and MacGregor burned. It’s just a pity we didn’t have the real thing!

We provided hot food and drinks in the kitchen and were rushed off our feet keeping up with demand. The children had a great time, which was the whole point, and they loved the bonfire and fireworks. It’s a shame we couldn’t have gotten hold of the recently departed Mrs Gandhi, then we could have burned three bastards instead of two!