So much has been dribbled into words about the passing of Baroness Thatcher, that it almost seems pointless to piss in the pool already sloshing to brimming point on the intermaweb.

Still, the PlayStation network is down for maintenance, and so, bored, and having had minimal time to think, here goes some more randomness.

Spitting Image. Look it up Kids. It needs to be back on TV urgently.

Firstly, thoughts turn to the dismay of my mum. Who was genuinely energised by the thought of a woman in the PM chair. Equality at last! That soon turned to disappointment, then distrust, then displeasure then deathwish. Who’d have guessed Thatcher was more of a man than most the spineless closet bumders surrounding her…Every bit as psychopathic, cold and unfeeling as the worst of them.

Thatcher the milk snatcher.

OK, the unions were choking the UK. But welcome to the wonderful new world post Thatcher, of zero job security. And zero industry left to dig us out of recession. There’s nothing tangible left to export.

Instigator of the brave new Britain.  An economy built on:

• Service industries (most of which could then be outsourced overseas).
• Finance – a financial hub. Yeah. You know, those guys that blew up the economy not so long ago.
• Privatised everything. Well done. The trains still don’t work. They now have to support shareholders.

And Cameron’s picking up where she left off. Big society?

If you look at some of Mrs T’s speeches, she once proclaimed there was no such thing as society. (Yes, see context blah etc – try Wikiquotes).

Just a new era of greedy individuals each encouraged to stick their snout in the trough.

Falklands? Sure a big gamble that. But seeing troops go out on cruise liners just reinforced the point that we were no world player.

Hooray for a patriotic event! War!

Growing up with her and Ronald Reagan etc in charge, waking up to find a mushroom cloud seemed fairly likely. More by luck than judgement I think that it didn’t all go pop. And maybe thanks too goes to Frankie Goes To Hollywood (good work fellas).

So. Goodbye Maggie. You had strength of conviction, and belief… Just, er, belief in a world focused on the individual at all costs. Still. Politics seemed more interesting for sure.

But I find it hard to believe you were a good person. At least in terms of good for most people.

Big Ben will fall silent for your pseudo state funeral. Maybe it could play ‘Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead’ instead. As the BBC chart show wouldn’t. But don’t worry folks. It’s not a state-controlled puppet-theatre media organisation.

Say hi to Jimmy Savile when you check in…