Yep. Massive queues outside the Co-Op whenever a bread delivery was rumoured. I know a bloke whose family were getting food parcels from friends in East Germany in 1979. As a result, he spent the 80s urinating through the letter box of the local Labour club on the way home from the pub of an evening. No CCTV in those days. He's now a leading member of the Tory party whose secret remains safe with me - for the moment.
Trotsky turns on mercenry cop mode whilst stroking white cat and talking in faux middle european accent "well Prime Minister how big a crisis can you afford?" before going of to book three weeks in Oz on the overtime .... its an ill wind and all that.