A classic, in my opinion, recommended by Stewart Graham
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Parliamentary debate on the destruction of HMRC today.
Strange to watch the video then, when I was a teenager; stranger to watch it now.
The darkness and the dereliction were intended to be frightening: we could tell that, we knew our horror movies and our film noir – not that teenage boys in a Midlands rag town knew such a word! – but these abandoned factories were familiar, the playgrounds of a rowdy and destructive youth. Our places.
And now? I can see most of the locations from my office window – some of them are luxury apartments! – and I’m fairly sure the building I work in was built over one of the shots.
But the real ‘ghost town’, failing industry and falling into hopelessness and violence – “too much fighting on the dance floor” – was all too real, a town nearby where we went on a Saturday night, once; and returned in silence, never to return.
Some of us got out: most did not, and I have no idea what happened to all those wasted lives.
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