Keeping Schtum....Just

I try not to talk about politics at work. A few workmates know about this blog and a few others know of my allegiences from a time - many years ago - when I was less discreet. Nowadays though, I keep quiet when the conversation turns to current affairs, which, over the past few weeks, has been quite frequently. But I nearly cracked today.

Somehow the conversation turned to the Winter of Discontent, and one wet-behind-the ears twenty-something touchingly asked what it was.

"Oh", said a lady a few desks away who is old enough to know better. "That was when Maggie Thatcher took on the miners who went on strike over pit closures". How I didn't say "Wrong, the Winter of Discontent was the one where you couldn't travel by train, buy any bread or bury your dead, and was the natural product of 15 years of socialism" I don't quite know. Somehow, I managed to keep quiet.

One of these days, I'm going to kick off. Big time.