Review: Pride

When I was born, Yorkshire, the beginning of 1985, the strike was almost over. My mum remembers watching it on the news just hours after my birth. So I have no memory of world events before the Berlin wall came down, and no-one in my family was a miner, unless you count the great-uncle who was forced down the pits during World War II when he tried to sign up, because apparently being a miner was less funthan being sent to France to be shot at, or at least less heroic.

And yet, in another sense...