There are many things old people miss about the old days including God, coal fires and horsedrawn milkcarts. But what I miss most is “US” . I miss Project Us, expressed through nationalised railways and publicly-owned utilities. I miss the glory days of the unions and their “terrifying” power to protect bullied workers. I miss the sense of who we were: not some random, atomised collection of individuals defined by self-worth, but a nation of shared values.