A brief general history of the UK paint: industry Part 11. Now!

During the long lotus years of Pax Britannica we had serried steel ranks of Dreadnoughts to glorify the nation; now we have Boy George. Just as corrosive of traditional elements, we have the Boys from the Blackstuff, who would do everyone some good by being buried in it. Then there is that incorrigible element who, as a result of subsidised travel, visit a foreign playing‐field intent on rampage. On the other hand, thank God, there are the workers, blue collar, white collar or chauffeur driven. And to you ivory‐tower philosophers who keep telling us it is not natural for human being to work, we know, but who is paying you? It really is time for the real workers of the world to unite, and there is some evidence they are adopting such a course — particularly down at ‘paint mill’.