Yes, this was taken in a Labour heartland - or Eccles, as we call it - back in the days of the Miners' Strike of 1985, and I just love the mis-spelling of the word 'Thatcher' on the posters. The writer liked it so much he wrote it twice, even though it's such a bugger to pronounce! (I've been spitting all over my desk since I dug the picture out!) Actually, Eccles might not have been such a bedrock of socialism as it appears, judging by the way the 'Victory' poster has been vandalised. Happily, we're all entitled to our opinion and, as the pickets proved, you can't beat a bit of a banner-waving crowd-rant to get your views across - something Paris Brown might be mulling over right now. As the first - and most fleeting - Youth Commissioner she found out the hard way that what goes around comes around, and if she did one useful thing in the run-up to her new job it was to show the kids of today that, in a decent society, you can't just creep round under the cowardly cover of the social media saying what the hell you like about people.
For that, I thank you, Parith!..
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