Thatcher's death moved me neither to mourning nor celebration. As a person, she hasn't mattered for twenty tears. But her legacy lives on, and it took my pension and the jobs and homes my children should have had. We pretend to have an economy, selling each other pensions and pizzas, while out in the real world our savings of three hundred years are gradually siphoned off to pay for cheap crap. Those with real wealth have protected it abroad, below them a self perpetuating uberklasse award each other fancy salaries while making as sure as they can that what work exists is doled out as a punishment. Sitting atop of a billion tonnes of coal, we import it from as far away as Australia.

But there's an upside, that you can make idiots foam at the mouth just by saying 'ding dong'.