Well actually, she met me. I was in a corridor, somewhere, and she looked over to me, and walked over. Mrs Margaret Thatcher, asking me questions.
We started chatting. I can't remember much about the conversation because situations like that are so surreal you tend to spend the moment in mild hallucinatory panic.
I also winked at Norma Major, and she did not take kindly to that.
This item contains a picture of me because I could not bring myself to put a pic of Mrs T on my blog.
I really do not make these up.
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a lot of people want to know that. she just sort of mesemerised me with her handbag.
Closest I ever came to changing the course of history, and I blew it.
Now if it was Tony Blair, I would have the ricin ready in my pocket to stuff it down his lying bastard throat.
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