The story of one of the most powerful unions, at its height, in all of Britain, told by a senior Union official could have been fascinating, even scandalous, but instead I was left not really understanding the intricacies of the operations, the people involved or indeed Griffiths' own involvement in the organisation. He assumed the reader had way too much understanding of how unions worked and were structured and so gave little if no guidance on bringing the reader to this knowledge. Much of the memoir was Griffiths' own unchallenged and often unsupported opinion of particulars players within the Union, their motivations, their weaknesses and their failings. There's nothing wrong with an opinion, but I did find it a little wearisome as I read. There were times it all seemed so rushed, that I couldn't help but wonder if it had been angrily pounded out in one late-night sitting with a bottle of Famous Grouse by his side.
I enjoyed the read (and it's not a long one), but I would hope the author would consider rewriting the story, with more structure, more emphasis on events and the people that made those events happen and less emphasis on personal vitriol and/or personal glorification. As I said, this memoir could be so much more than it is.