Industrial strikes were a part and parcel of growing up in the 1970s and 80s.
My first job as a journalist at the age of 18 was to report the outcome of a meeting between the management and the union at a freezing works company in Palmerston North.
I had been sitting outside the conference room for hours, waiting for the parties to emerge, when legendary union leader Blue Kennedy popped his head out of the door. "Has the girl gone home?" he asked, meaning the secretary.
"Yes, Mr Kennedy," I squeaked.
"Well, can you make us a pot of tea and bring in some biscuits, then?" he asked nicely.