A clarion call

When I was 18 I went to a student party. I was not a student as I had just joined Commercial Union but I think my hair was long enough to pass for one and I dressed down to some effect. I felt a little like an undercover agent who could be unmasked at any moment and, sure enough, during the course of the evening I was revealed in my true colours - an employee of an insurance company. Shock and horror ensued as I was derided as a capitalist pig and someone who exploited the working classes by taking their money while never intending to pay a claim. I began a passionate defence of what I ...