One day in July 1945, a public schoolboy with a straw hat on stood with his trunk on Bishop’s Stortford station, and called out ‘My man’ to the porter. ‘No,’ the porter said, ‘that sort of thing is all over now.’
Whether it was or not, the Attlee period, 1945-51, is the most decisive and dramatic of our peacetime history.
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