As it seems obligatory to post one's personal Thatcher memories at the moment, here goes:
I don't have one!
Despite having nailed my colours to the Liberal mast from the age of 11, the nearest I got to politics before 2008 was running the PA for the Student Union's General Meetings.
As to be expected, a callow youth from the Socialist Workers' Party (ironically neither a socialist or a worker) got up to speak in favour of a motion in support of the miners' strike. He had a habit of finishing sentences of polemic with a barked 'Thatcher' so on this occasion I fed the mike into the delay unit and waited.
On cue he finished with a particularly bile filled "Thatcher" which for some reason appeared to echo around the Ents Hall bouncing from speaker to speaker to the amusement of all.
Er, that's it.
To be fair, twenty years ago this would undoubtedly have been a completely different commentary and without a visceral dislike of 'Thatcherism' engendered in me at the time I'd probably have a completely different outlook on politics. In that respect the whole UK for better or worse has been shaped by one woman, which if we're telling home truths undoubtedly is what upset so many men.
However, it's amusing to see the most right wing Labour party since their formation passing around twenty three year old campfire stories of the great She-wolf in an effort to scare the children. It's almost as if Labour's 13 years in power with a large Parliamentary majority and the ability to reverse all that they supposedly hated about Thatcherism had never happened.
I'm not the first to say it but New Labour are the true standard bearers of Maggie's legacy. Don't forget it.