So I marched down to my local and had a couple of pints. You might think that these could be construed as the actions of one who admired the late baroness and I suppose they could. But that was not my intention. The idea was not to exult in an individual's death, she was, after all, a mother. The ritual quaffing of drink was instead just my small gesture against the oncoming tsunami of bollocks in the media, a definite rejection of the idea that she should be granted any sort of special funeral, and that I do not sign up at all to the idea that Mrs Thatcher was a good thing.
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Tsunami of bollocks sums it up for me. Rewriting of history might be another summing up.
ReplyDeleteI think that history will have been re-written when Maggie isn't viewed as the saviour of the nation. I was shocked on moving south to meet actual Tories (even though psephologically I knew that these people had to exist), but I'd always assumed that their narrative was dominant.
ReplyDeleteWas Arthur Scargill in there propping the bar up?
ReplyDeleteI wasn't up in Sheffield you know. I was on my guard slightly, but there wasn't much talk in the pub. I caught one comment, fairly dismissive.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe that they won't try and get a comment out of Scargill. I wonder what state he's in.