Labour have always had the workers' best interests at heart.
One one occasion the shop steward was haranguing the workers at a mass meeting in the factory yard when the directors passed by in their limos.
"Look at them, brothers", cried the shoppie, "smoking their big fat cigars while you just have to smoke Woodbines. When we come to power you will all be smoking cigars".
A small voice from the back said, "I like Woodbines, I don't like cigars", to which the reply was,
"When we come to power you'll smoke what you're bloody well told to smoke!"