Sometimes people ask ‘where were you when...?’ You know what I mean, those historical moments like when JFK was shot, or John Lennon or Elvis came to their end of their lives.
None of the above trio have any resonance for me, as I either wasn’t born or old enough to realise what it all meant.
But I have three of my own. I remember very clearly where I was when the Twin Towers were destroyed, when Princess Diana died and . . . when Margaret Thatcher was ousted.
I was working in Scotland at the time, and the announcement caused a wave of excitement to pass through the shopping precinct, with distinct cheering being heard. At least she raised emotions, and that’s surely the sign of great power.