Echoes down the tracks

Back when I was a young lady, I would tune the radio dial to 105.3, Live 105. In the early eighties that was all I listened to, and lovely music like this track, from The Jam, would emanate from the speakers, and I would wonder about British boys, so far away, worrying about their mums. Paul Weller's lyrics were so poignant and beautiful, drawing the picture of the hard life that existed for many of Britain's working class during the Thatcher era:

Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
Bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry



"A Town Called Malice"