Hopefully the Twittersphere will find some new dignity to deal with the demise of Lady Thatcher. I doubt it, but I hope so. She was a mum and a gran, after all.
I met her once. It was in the inauspicious surroundings of Portman Road Industrial estate, Reading. She was coming out of a Tory printing works, opposite where I worked. I lined up and shook her hand. “Good morning” she said with a smile. She had meaty hands. Hands used to kneading bread and that sort of thing. Not dainty hands. Denis was more talkative.
To an extent I admire some of the work she did to reduce the power of the unions. I say that from the perspective of someone who lived through all the chaos of the 60s and 70s. I also admire her stance on the Falklands and Rhodesia -> Zimbabwe (the latter is often overlooked).
That’s where any admiration stops, politically, I’m afraid. I am a “dead parrot” after all.