Comments for en-gb 30 Fri 28 Nov 2014 22:57:47 GMT+1 A feed of user comments from the page found at lally Just to say to Ian Harris - we didn't need to go home to get our ciabattas since Canary Wharf is a stone's throw away. When we got bored we went home and updated our facebook site and sent messages to each other on our googlemail group. Sooo 21st century! Thu 12 Aug 2010 11:30:57 GMT+1 lally I was on strike for 21 days last September along with around 250 of my lecturer colleagues. This issue was over compulsory redundancies affecting staff and, crucially, ESOL provision in one of the poorest boroughs in the UK. A few people did cross the picket line without any rancour from the pickets. We kept ourselves busy by visiting other workplaces to get support, contacting the media and holding meetings. We won the strike in the end - there were no compulsory redundancies. I actually felt a bit sorry for those who had crossed the picket line since we won for all of us and some evidently felt embarrassed whereas the rest of us felt, and still do feel, very proud of what our united action achieved. Thu 12 Aug 2010 11:23:52 GMT+1 Phil Burt True grit, Hugh! Wed 11 Aug 2010 15:23:24 GMT+1 The Stainless Steel Cat Hugh (5):That sounds like a major contrast to your more recent work where people largely seem very welcoming towards you. Since that compares domestic strikes to foreign war-zones, I'm a wee bit depressed by that... Wed 11 Aug 2010 14:49:33 GMT+1 Jennifer Tracey Thanks for your comments. Hugh, I hope you filled out a risk assessment for that...dread to think. Must have been fascinating to bear witness to. Wed 11 Aug 2010 14:33:59 GMT+1 Hugh I was attacked by 'flying pickets' during the 1984 miners' strike.I had been interviewing mining engineers at a depot near Wigan. They explained why they were not on strike. The main reason was - there'd been no ballot. Their shift had ended, so they then headed home in their cars. As they drove across a hump-backed bridge over a canal, a group of jeering strikers came out of a club and threw stones and rocks at the windscreens and rear windows of the departing cars.I recorded sounds of anger and breaking glass. Two of the pickets, whose breath reeked of alcohol, grabbed my heavy Uher tape-recorder and ripped it off me - breaking the leather strap.They grabbed me, and held me upside down over the side of the bridge. There wasn't just water below me - there was a supermarket trolley and a derelict baby's pram.I was then pulled back up - by other pickets, who apologised for their colleagues' behaviour. Wed 11 Aug 2010 06:58:57 GMT+1 Ian Harris The popular image of old time picketers is of tough looking individuals huddled around a brazier chewing on lard sandwiches and dragging on their Craven A'sI am not sure that the modern working man is up to thatMore likely to push off home as soon as the mobile goes flat or the Ciabattas run out Elna Harris Tue 10 Aug 2010 17:59:58 GMT+1 Alan_N Interestingly, I've never been in that position although my father has many many times.1 - Wonder what you said... Tue 10 Aug 2010 17:01:02 GMT+1 GotToTheEnd Aha, you rightly say.What about that racist picket line refusing to work with Asian women at that typewriter factory in the early 1960s?I heard a cadre of the 4th International, Revolutionary Communists Faction, asked that whilst he was standing under a 'Never cross a picket line' banner.There was an ad hoc Central Committee meeeting between him and the other member and the answer came back.'I would not cross that picket line. I'd smash it.' Tue 10 Aug 2010 15:25:03 GMT+1 GotToTheEnd This post has been Removed Tue 10 Aug 2010 15:19:26 GMT+1