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I heard someone interviewed on the radio today, saying that the lack of protest at Margaret Thatcher’s funeral, showed a sign of respect to the Iron Lady.  Personally, I have better things to do with my time than standing on street corners jeering the coffin of someone whose time has been and gone and whom I despised whilst growing up. Throughout my childhood, Thatcher’s shrill, domineering voice, seemed to be forever echoing throughout our house, as her speeches in the House of Commons were played on the evening news. She used to scare the living daylights out of me. It was as if her statements were a personal rebuke. The only antidote to Thatcher and her real life greasy lap dogs were the satire and grotesque rubbery puppets of Spitting Image. Her time as Prime Minister seemed purely confrontational. Mass unemployment, riots, ID cards for football supporters, closure of the nation’s mines, the decimation of communities, the poll tax. Whatever the rights and wrongs of these policies, her ideology seemed to cause society to lose it sense of purpose and togetherness. The attitude became one for all and all for one, which cannot be healthy.  In his article last week Russell Brand said, “The blunt, pathetic reality today is that a little old lady has died,” which says it all really. The people who didn’t like her don’t care, and those who supported her, ‘respect’ her. No one expresses any warmth or liking. In the leader stakes she is no universally loved Ghandi, Mandela or Churchill, yet she is afforded full state honours. I expect her Spitting Image puppet to be given the same treatment…