Ruddy, Ruddy, Ruddy, RUDDY Thatcher! She only went and won her third Election in 87, didn’t she? What on earth people were thinking, I can’t imagine. Neil Kinnock was in charge of Labour, and although he was no Clement Atlee, or Harold Wilson, he was a decent enough seeming bloke. But the Labours were turning away from socialism, and half the people in the country couldn’t tell the difference between them and the ruddy Liberal Democrats Social Alliance or whatever they ruddy called themselves. So Ruddy Thatcher got in again. But if she had been a bit crackers before… You could tell that she was getting close to completely crackers now. She was like ruddy Caligula. She really believed that she could do anything she wanted. “I am going to give more privatised industries back to the people” she said. Some ruddy idiots actually believed her. They didn’t see that nationalised industries actually belonged to them already, and all she wanted to do was let her rich Tory mates get hold of them cheap. Yes, some ordinary people could afford a few shares, but how many hung on to them for more than a year or two before selling them to Thatcher’s ruddy Tory cronies, for a few quick quid. And how much was your last gas bill?
“I intend to be the Prime minister until at least 1994” she said. Which was so frightening that it even frightened her own ministers. “I want to introduce a new tax, a ‘community charge’ by 1990,” she said. What she meant was she wanted to tax people to vote. You had to pay this “poll tax” to have your name on the ruddy voting list. Not that she only wanted rich people to vote. She wanted another reason to send poor people to prison too, because that way, they couldn’t be counted as unemployed.”
She didn’t want poor people to read the small print and understand this properly either, because she abolished free eye tests. She took that many biscuits that Mr Peak and Mr Frean eventually had to close down their factory. Like everyone else that was actually producing anything in 80s Britain. It’s probably a ruddy call centre or a biscuit museum now.
The 1980s should have been a happy decade for me, I should have turned 70, and grown old comfortably. But I could see the country falling to bits at the same rate as me and Raymond’s bodies were. All the beautiful organisations and things that had been set up for ordinary people who had fought and returned from world wars. People who wanted equality, who had defended the country for toffs and commoners alike. Now being ignored, and cheated, and treated as worthless. Left Right and centre. By a mad old woman and her greedy cronies. It was a crying shame.
Auntie Doris’s Top Pop Popperty Topper of 1987: “Something Inside So Strong” by Labi Siffre. It’s a funny ruddy name, Labi, but it’s a great song. A great song for downtrodden people everywhere, and there were plenty of them in Britain in those days.. And more to come….