Hard to put pen to paper on this one - still in shock from the news of the great lady's demise. It bought a tear to my eye when I heard, I knew she was frail but somehow thought she would be with us for a few more years.
Maggie, Margaret, Baroness Thatcher how do I name her - it seemed her name grew in stature as she did. But I had in her in the back of the cab once; not just her, Denis was there.
The greatest day of my life - they were on the way to a do at RAC club; something to do with a Falklands celebration and normal driver was late. She was just like you think - kept telling Denis they would be late and he told her not to bloody fuss.
I wouldn't be doing what I do today and living in Brentwood if it hadn't been for her; my parents bought their council flat in Islington and sold it at a profit and lent me the money to buy my first cab. Got a 100% mortgage no questions asked mortgage for our home sweet home and Tina even had her hair done like hers - don't mind telling you that was quite a turn on; specially when she called my name in her Maggie deepened tones.
The only politician with any balls since Churchill; I haven't got much time for any of the new Tory birds, all shiny shoes and no bloody backbone.
Just caught a glimpse of Glenda Jackson on the parliamentary tributes - she's got a cheek, how can she compare to such a real woman. These actor types are always leftie.
But what takes the biscuit is people downloading the 'witch is dead' song - no bloody respect. Yes she closed a few mines and factories and let the banks have a free hand.
Hasn't does us much harm though has it?
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