Diary of Comrade Kate, Ctd

That odious little prick Finlayson sledged me in the lifts today, asked me how I liked being poster girl for The Standard. I wish he had better manners, he is such an uncouth little man, I mean I have seen more class on a picket line at a wharf. I near as dammit told him I would take him to the next Maritime Workers protest so he could learn some manners.

Had a pleasant coffee with Darien which cheered me up no end. She tells me there is no one on the right who has ever been as good for unions as me, and of course she is right but it is always nice to be told. Nails with Helen were so good, she has had her shed fund taken, then her Local 13 fund taken and has had to cut back in many areas. She’s got a few split ends, I might have to take her to that nice unionised salon in Thorndon to cheer her up.

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