I was driving up Hound Hill Lane at Worsborough one evening last week and saw Arthur Scargill stood at his kitchen window, washing up. What greater image than this could there possibly be for the absolute failure of the 1984/85 Miners’ Strike? The sight of the erstwhile Red Menace of Middle England taking a pan scourer to his breakfast bowl, trying to dislodge some hardened, crusty cornflakes. I bet Joe Stalin never did his own washing up. Or Thatcher, come to think of it.