I remember the day they chucked her out - going round with a happy sesnsation, and every now and then remembering why it was there. And hearing the hoots of joy, and the cars honking, and everyone you met had a smile on their face. And this was down in the South of England.

Of course the downside is that a grateful nation rewarded the Tories for doing the dirty deed by re-electing them, and by the time Labour was elected it was run by a spruced up Thatcher clone...

But I feel there is something misplaced about the "I hate Thatcher" thing - the real blame lies with the minority of voters (and remember it always was a minority) who voted her back into power twice.