Your hatred of Maggie and Steaming Erection Willy's post, reminds me of the song Graham Moore wrote. I have changed the lyrics slightly (that's folk). I don't agree with you haters, but there you go. A song sounds a good idea :-)

As I dreamed out one evening
By a river of discontent
I bumped straight into old gal Thatcher
As running down the road she went
She said, "I can't stop right now, you miners,
Mudcat is after me
They'd have a rope around my throat
And hang me on the LavaTORY"

But I will dance to Thatcher's bones
Dance to Thatcher's bones
Dance in the oldest boots I own
To the rhythm of Thatcher's bones
I will dance to Thatcher's bones
Dance to Thatcher's bones
Dance in the oldest boots I own
To the rhythm of Thatcher's bones

"I only talked about the miners
And shutting those pits down
But since the very first word I spoke
I've been looking down the barrel of a gun
They say I preached revolution
Let me say in my defence
That all I did wherever I went
Was to talk a lot of common sense"

Old Maggie Thatcher she ran so fast
She left Scargill standing still
And there I was, a piece of paper in my hand
Standing at the top of the pit
It said, "This is the Age Of Reason
Time to shut those pits
Arthur Scargill, I don't like you
I think you are a piece of sh**"

Old Maggie Thatcher, there she lies
Nobody laughs and nobody cries
Where she's gone or how she fares
Nobody knows and nobody cares

But I will dance to Thatcher's bones
Dance to Thatcher's bones
Dance in the oldest boots I own
To the rhythm of Thatcher's bones
I will dance to Thatcher's bones
Dance to Thatcher's bones
Dance in the oldest boots I own
To the rhythm of Thatcher's bones


Maybe a competition for the best song lyrics for Maggie Thatcher might be a good idea. Just right for you mudcatters. Give it a go :-)