Unions like the RMT are using their members as political pawns
Today is the twentieth anniversary of my first day as a train guard. At just 18 years old, I started my career on the West of England line running from Londn Waterloo through Salisbury and Sherborne (my hometown) to Exeter St Davids.
I believed then – and still do today – in a fair day’s pay for a fair day’s work. It was one of the reasons that I joined the RMT union when I started. Little did I know that within 18 months we would be faced with the notorious “red-waistcoat” strike that threatened days of ongoing industrial action over our uniform and our pay and conditions. This was despite the then managing director of South West…
