I went out on the town the other night. A young student came up to me and for some reason wanted my views on the Iron Lady.
It was about 1am, I’d had a couple and I really didn’t want to talk about it.
So my response was a typical platitude: she was like Marmite. You either loved her or hated her. She was responsible for some bad things, but also for some good.
At that point, the lad turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me alone with my vodka.
I didn’t mind. I was glad in fact. But what I still don’t understand is how one woman can inspire people, who’ve presumably been well-educated, to ignore other people’s opinions.
I’d been hoping to hear his views, but perhaps it was past his bedtime.