Bruce Anderson

The grape, the grain and Margaret Thatcher

issue 13 April 2013

It is impossible to think about anything else. Her death was more of a shock than a surprise. She had, alas, outlived the quality of life, so the immediate sadness is more appropriate to the human condition than to her own passing. But when such a mighty figure moves on, the world seems diminished.

Margaret Thatcher and drink: not an easy juxtaposition. She took little interest in any of life’s pleasures except work and she had little sense of humour. ‘Humour’ derives from the medieval humours, so a sense of humour ought to imply a balanced personality. There was nothing balanced about her: just as well. We should all give thanks for the lack of balance which enabled her to strike so relentlessly in pursuit of her objectives, all of vital national importance.

But telling her a joke was a hazardous business.

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