When we moved on to the roundabout just outside the steelworks, to shout at the lorries coming out through the picket lines, there was this young policeman and I saw that his knuckles were white with rage: he was struggling to control his temper. But you know how it made me feel? Proud. And I thought to myself, ‘There’s not many “rabble” who have a degree in physics, is there?’
