They might have been working hard and for a pittance.
But you could guarantee they took great pride in the work they did, and had a bunch of mates who would die for each other.
At knocking off time, all down the pub for a real pint, maybe a quick game of dominoes, and a good laugh amongst mates.
Then home for a panfull of boiled cabbage and pigs trotters.
A feeling of bliss, settling down for the evening, knowing you had done a good job.
With a roof over your head, and a full belly.
I bet they thought they had the best job in the world.
What have you got nowadays?
Money grabbing buggers, who would s**t on the first person who got in their way for a bit of overtime. A 'ding' meal on your knee, a can of crappy chemical beer, and watching the box all night without talking to anyone, except to moan to the wife that there was not enough sugar in the canteen coffee machine at work.
Progress ?????
Bogs