In the 1960s, the Lancashire town was a bellwether for the decline of the industrial north – struggling with a wave of migration, a threatened working class and the closure of its mills. Fifty years on, it’s still searching for purpose.
When my twin brother went into a secondary modern school, and I went to a grammar, something more than a private rift opened up: we were assigned to different social classes.
How the death of the industrial way of life gave us choice – and stoked resentment and fear.
Iain Duncan Smith’s misuse of the word “reform” characterises this government’s linguistic banditry.
Nostalgia and the socialist dream.