There’s something about the communality here that’s quite striking. From masses of people eating in the work’s canteen whilst listening to Flanagan and Allen through to a more demure concert in the National Gallery in the presence of HM The Queen, people of all shapes and sizes, classes and ranks gather together to eat, to dance, to sing and to work - and with no narration, we watch and listen for a twenty minutes that is quite poignant. From the land army, the spotters, the fire wardens and those working on the railways and in heavy engineering, we see women of all ages carrying out the cruci...