Who Dares Wins, Britain 1979 to 1982 - Dominic Sandbrook
A mammoth 48 hours on Audible. I’m probably the perfect demographic for this book as it begins with the election of Thatcher in May 1979 just as I was about to take my O levels and ends with the Falkland’s conflict in 1982 just as I was coming to the end of my first year as an undergraduate.
It invoked SO many memories, many of them had a big impact on my life at the time : Monetarism, Hi-de-hi, the steel strike, 19% inflation, football hooliganism, the Right to Buy, Brookside, CND,
The New Romantics, OMD, the Human League, Factory Records
Smash Hits and The Face, the SAS storming the Iranian Embassy, the race riots, Two Tone music, the Irish hunger strikes , Free Wales Army,
British Leyland, Red Robbo, Dennis Healey, Michael Foot , Tony Benn, recession and the decline of British industry, Brideshead Revisited , Tainted Love, Sloan Rangers, Charles and Diana’s wedding, Sinclair ZX81, John Lennon’s death, Chariots of Fire , Ken Livingstone, Daley Thomson, Coe and Ovett and the Moscow Olympic Boycott. Not The 9 O’clock News. Shirley Williams, David Owen and the SDP etc etc
I cried often. The chapter on youth unemployment broke my heart.
Half of all school,leavers in 1981 went straight on the dole queue (my brother was one and I remember my mother crying). It’s not perfect. There’s not much on gay rights or the women’s movement and Sandbrook is MUCH kinder on Thatcher than I would be.
I really wished my DF was still around so that I could have talked about the political issues of the day with him . He worked for British Steel and was quite senior in his trade union and I used to walk past him standing by his brazier on the picket line on my way home from school during the steel strike. He was incredibly well informed about the steel industry. Would have liked to rehash his opinions on Tony Benn too.
I’ll leave the final words to the great commentator and poet of the era (quoted often in the book).
Do you weep, Mrs Thatcher, do you weep?
Do you wake, Mrs Thatcher, in your sleep?
Do you weep like a sad willow?
On your Marks and Spencer’s pillow?
Are your tears molten steel?
Do you weep?
Do you wake with ‘Three million’ on your brain?
Are you sorry that they’ll never work again?
When you’re dressing in your blue, do you see the waiting queue?
Do you weep, Mrs Thatcher, do you weep?