It would appear various supporters of the Labour Party are planning a jamboree for the death of Baroness Thatcher.
My suspicion is these are people of my generation or a bit older brought up on the “alternative comics”. I mean when Ben Elton and his cohort was first shooting his gob off about Thatcher I was too young to get the politics (such as it was) but I did appreciate two things. The first is that Ben Elton is quite clever and can be quite funny (actually really quite funny on domestic stuff like swing-bins) and the second was that when he waggled his spectacles after a gag and said “A bit political that one!” like a naughty school-boy at some level he was acknowledging that he was talking nonsense because it was easy. A huge amount of Elton and Co’s routines really were like this. “That Maggie Thatcher – what a cow!”. Rapturous applause verging on adulation. Now I don’t recall having strong (any) political beliefs at the time because I was just a kid but kids can spot “cheap”. Oh, they so can – and I don’t mean strictly speaking financially as such…
Anyway, I am not blaming Elton for desiring the death of an elderly lady with dementia because that was his deranged followers and whilst Elton might generally not have been that funny he wasn’t utterly nasty and never said anything quite like that. Not whilst Maggie could wield her hand-bag anyway. But she can’t anymore.
I wonder what these folks would think if I went into their local care home and danced upon the impending doom of their Gran?
Utter scumbaggery and good that most of the Labour Party have told them to fuck off. The minority seem to be playing Student Union politics c.1985. Which was roughly when I started playing “Combat Lynx” on the Spectrum. A computer at least partially available because Thatcher had reversed our economic decline. The ’80s were my summer of content. My family was doing better and we could afford foreign holidays and such and whilst I never got a shag whilst Maggie was in power but that was hardly her fault! It was more likely my mullet. Which was entirely my fault. And the fact all the lasses in my year were into those wankers Bros.
I shall have a drink when Maggie dies (I think there is a fair chance I shall out-live her). It will not be in celebration (a vile idea) but in memory of a great life. And also for the PM who defined my formative years.
And. Yes. She did. I was born when Ted Heath was PM and I never took up sailing. We shortly had three day weeks under Wilson and Callaghan and B&W telly (mostly) and it were fucking awful. The only thing that increased (apart from the debt – again! – and not for the last time.) was the size of mustaches and men’s trouser leg ends. A ghastly time the 70s unless you were Gary Glitter when you were the leader of the pack.
In a peculiar way wishing her dead now is a back-handed tribute to the Iron Lady who has been out of power since I was a sixth-former but still garners both praise and opprobrium. It just shows the length of her shadow.