Prof/Jeremy
I can't post on the rioters thread, too emotional.
".....so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you and I" Joan Baez
I looked at the WW1 site, the kids were romping around the Somme sites a few weeks ago as we motored
down to Paris on the national roads, avoiding the autoroute. They've done it at school so they already knew what the place looked like in 1914-18. My uncle Rowland fought there and I just wondered where exactly he trod as I looked over the present quiet farm fields. He came back according to my mum with all kinds of lice and fleas, and my Grandmother had to burn some of his clothes. Anyway, the lions led by donkeys won.
With reference to this thread, those same donkeys didn't give up their land, property and enormous ill-gotten wealth, they're still running the country, and after some 60 years of Socialism the lions are still at the bottom of the pile, running around looting shops.
Your machine shop story reminds me of the 60s, with strikes and marches every few weeks, A joiner friend was arrested on site for smashing all the ceramic drains and when asked why, he told them he was bringing down capitalism. It was them and us where I was, call it looting if you wish, they were trying to screw us and we were trying to screw them. No one suggested we work together, Harold Wilson was sabotaged all ways, spied on by MI5, the rich and brainy were leaving as the brain drain, I recall some kind of control on taking money out of the country, and devaluation, although I didn't know what it all meant. Labour nationalised, Tories de-nationalised,
You wonder if the management knew about phoney overtime...no, because they didn't know what a turret lathe was for, and no one told them, shop floor was a dirty place, might get some oil on the suit. They just ask the progress chaser, production control, when the job ABC will be ready, and what's the bottom line in £.
My neighbour John worked in a bank, father had a partnership in a joinery business, windows, stairs, doors. The business went a bit shaky in the 70s and John joined the firm, marching around watching the orders from builders being manufactured. Alas it went bust and John decided to set up alone, he nicked a few machines and tools and started work in his garage, next door but one from me. His work was rubbish, he butted the joints because he couldn't do a mortice & tenon, he filled in the gaps with putty or something and painted over all the faults. BUT, he could make a window or door frame in less than half the time it had taken at the manufactured joinery business. He realised that the men ahd been bluffing him and his father for years. I recall him quoting for fencing to the local Labour council, and when the man saw the price he sent him back to double it, which he did, and got the job.
Mr Fiat.
Thanks, I'm getting quite an education in economics, it's a bit like playing cards with someone holding all the aces, or perhaps all the cards.