ABSTRACT
My modelling career (!) began in the early 1980s, at a time when Mrs Thatcher’s programme for crashing organised labour was well under way. Involved, as I became, in a number of pickets in front of steel mills, demonstrations at Hyde Park, the Wapping ‘experience’ and, of course, the year-long miners’ strike, I could not help but be utterly struck by the contrast between (a) the exceptional bonds of solidarity that I was witnessing on the streets, in working families’ homes, in pubs, even along the high street, and (b) the pristine isolation typifying the ‘life’ of homo economicus (i.e. of the humanoid that lives in neoclassical economists’ models).
