She left Britain with greater levels of inequality than when she took office. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer. Who wants a society like that?
She left Britain with greater levels of inequality than when she took office. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer. Who wants a society like that?
Thatcher had Alzheimer's too. Meryl Streep wouldn't have bothered with the film otherwise.
Whether he's invited or not, he'll be there in spirit, as will Morrissey, Billy Bragg, The Specials, The Beat. God Bless 'em.
Ken Loach said her funeral should be privatised - put it out to competitive tender and accept the cheapest bid. It's what she would've wanted.
Tramp The Dirt Down or Shipbuilding would be better choices for no. 1 in the week of her funeral.
Clamps - yeah, Brand's comments on the nostalgia of it all was something that struck me, too. A big childhood figure is gone, even if it was a big hate figure.
There's also the point that response to her death can't be anything but political. Conservative politicians praising her record is a way of saying their current policies (a continuation of hers) are right. They're pushing through some pretty bleak stuff at the minute.
I was going to say that.
Bend over, big boy.
I had to look up what interrobang was. Well, if he does that I'll just have to bend him over and fuck him in the arse.
The Dandy Warhols have a song 'about' this on their last album.
I'm much more tolerant of Hodor said Hodor, I find, when he uses the exclamation mark. If he goes for the question mark one day I might just start to have a little crush on him. From there, who knows?
You know, the 50s DA hairstyle, how it looked at the back. And brothel creepers were thickly-soled suede shoes.
John Lennon was something of a teenage teddy boy. Duck's arse and brothel creepers, you know.
I had a picture of Leela on my wall when I was about 10. I was too young to understand, but every now and again it caught my eye and I would realise that something vast and unnamed was trembling on the horizon.
Still got a thing for grunting girls dressed as savages waving a knife in my face.
Pride (In The Name Of Love) was the song that got me into rock music, and it can still give me goosebumps. They've never been in my top 5 favourites, perhaps, but I'll always be grateful to them and give them a listen.
Her favourite record was supposedly Telstar.
Fight Club's another.
You can't be too careful with a quote like that.
It doesn't seem to be a popular album, but Bring It On, She Passed By My Window and - especially - Rock of Gibraltar are lovely.