I was there only for about 40 minutes (bad migraine) but the loveliest thing for me was that I ended up chatting politics to some random young guy in his 20's for ages, and then on the bus back to Streatham I got chatting to four 16-year-old lads who wanted to know what all the hoo-ha was about. Only one of them had even heard of Margaret Thatcher so I obviously gave them a deeply unbiased account of what an utterly vicious, ruthless and hateful politician she was. 'Is it Thatcher's fault I got beaten up?' one lad, who had a very cut and bruised face asked. 'Probably, in a way,' I told him.