A day off then or do it on a saturday like they did with the "peoples slapp...oh princess"

Goodbye Lady Thatcher. The greatest Prime Minister that ever lived. Long may she rest in peace. Heaven has a new angel today.

No but sometimes their bombs killed people as vile as them and in her case it would have been very much so.

I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young child's
Face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that child's lips

Well I hope I don't die too soon
I pray the lord my soul to save
Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live
Long enough to savor
That's when they finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down

When England was the whore of the world
Margaret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
The black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't
Haunted by every tiny detail
'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
All she thought of was betrayal

And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son
And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt
Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say thank you straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can
Filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame

Well I hope you live long now, I pray the lord your soul to keep
I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap
'Cos when they finally put you in the ground
They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down


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Which area of London will be designated as the official area for all the cellophane, garage-bought flowers and mass-hysteria outpourings for this one?

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Downing Street, Andrew Mitchell's just ordered a butcher's bike to undertake the deliveries

well, at least she beat the miners.

I understand even the crippled and infirm miners have suddenly found the ability to dance again

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I think you'll find that was South Yorkshire Police.

Should they be on disability benefit then?

They nearly granted her wish of killing off professional football too.

I'm raising a glass of Glenfiddich, with a tear in my eye, to friends no longer here.
Friends who were at Orgreave in 1984 and others in Trafalgar Square in 1990.