Where now...though?

Perhaps we cou;d form a social club and have outings to Blackpool on the bus. On the back seat we could have a sing song - Which side are you on, Glad to be Gay, Things Can Only get Better, that sort of thing.

As we are all socialists, we could have crates of champagne, and frequent stops for having a wee.

We could have fancy dress nights - The general Galtieri costume being particularly popular. A quiz night called 'On Yer Bike!'. An Irish Reconciliation night with the IRA, where we tell Frank Carson jokes about thick paddies. A race night, where we suck up to the BNP.

Really hating Thatcher has so much more mileage in it - its a bit like the UK coal industry used to be - two hundred years of supplies just waiting to be dug up.