I managed to land an egg on her car when she came to a dinner at the Cutlers Hall in Sheffield in the middle of the miners' strike, and 25 years on my only regret is that it wasn't something more damage-inflicting.

And if the planned state funeral goes ahead I'll be the one playing 'Tramp The Dirt Down' and 'Ding Dong The Wicked Witch Is Dead' on rauschpfeife all through the two-minute silence.

Grrr .....