I was brought up in a fairly affluent, working class home, with very little talk of any political issues.

The action which woke me up politically, as a 20 something, was the Rt Hon Bitch standing outside 10 Downing St in April 1982, after UK armed forces had landed on South Georgia, telling us to "Rejoice".

How possibly could the callous, vindictive cow find the audacity to tell those people who had lost sons, brothers, fathers, husbands to rejoice?