Remus Harbank
Cake and whipped cream…
what's a thatcher
“Research shows that private renters and people living in social housing are less likely to vote Tory. That is why the Government needs to have an honest conversation about the need to build more quality housing, especially in urban and suburban areas. That’s where younger people tend to want to live.”
I still can't believe how few Thatcher is dead parties there were.
what's a thatcher
it was revealed today that margaret thatcher is STILL DEAD. a source disclosed 'this one's not coming back'.
She's still so dead that they want to erect a statue. You can comment on the proposed designs here:-
http://www.margaretthatcherstatue.org/artist_impressions_of_mtstatue_are_released
Ashes are often buried in the casketUsually ashes are scattered over the ground but this time they are buried in their oak casket. Why, I wonder.
Shouldn't they be buried in a lead casket instead?Usually ashes are scattered over the ground but this time they are buried in their oak casket. Why, I wonder.
But she still lives on in our hearts . . .
I note that the image on the label is a homage not to one of the right's favourite politicians, but two of them!
staked and buried at crossroads would have been better
Simon Hoggart said:Years ago I asked a section editor on the paper for which I then worked whether he was going to employ a particular journalist. "No, I won't," he replied, "because he is an incompetent, lazy, stupid, arrogant plagiariser, who can't even write. And I speak as a friend of his."
Which is rather the way Jonathan Aitken speaks of his friend Margaret Thatcher. Here is just a selection of the words he uses to describe her – either deploying his own judgment or that of people he quotes : phoney, bullying, obnoxious, hypocritical, deplorable, unpleasant, alienating, opportunistic, confrontational, monomaniacal, disloyal, dysfunctional, snarky, pedestrian, hesitant, insufferably rude, foolish, arrogant, grudge-bearing and an anachronistic bigot.
As Above said:When the "stalking donkey", Anthony Meyer, stood against her in 1989, she had a good campaign team in place, but the whips warned her that on top of the handful of votes Meyer got, there were all the abstentions, spoiled ballots and dozens of MPs who had to be arm-twisted into supporting her. The situation was therefore far more dangerous than it appeared. She brushed their fears aside as the hobgoblins of lesser minds, and a year later insouciantly cleared off to Paris for a ceremonial summit, which she could easily have skipped. But she loved mingling with world leaders, and telling them where they were wrong.
Meanwhile, she left behind as her campaign manager Peter Morrison, a lazy alcoholic, who believed all the fake pledges of support and spent much of the campaign asleep, drunk or both.