I just wanted you to know that I absolutely loved your post.I remember the bin men (trash collectors) strikes during the seventies. I remember the power black outs. I recall the teachers strikes because we were off school. I remember the sweeping into power of Mrs Thatcher in 1979 - and the Boom Town Rats, the Middle East. I remember Adam Ant, and a whole bunch of on coming New Romantics. The Wedding of Charles and Diana in 1981 and later I remember the Falklands war of 82. The AIDS awareness adverts. I remember the Miner's strike of 83-84 was entering puberty, saw my first hary cock in the school showers. Saw Thatcher's fall on the steps in China during the hand-over talks for Hong Kong. The booming economy of the mid to late 80's, the Yuppies, the stock market crash, my exams for sixth form, and the glorious summers then. The early nineties, and the heated politics on the nightly news where Mrs Thatcher would argue with Mr. Kinnock across the dispatch box. The resignations of her chancellor, Nigel Lawnson, Geoffrey Howe, the power play in her government, her downfall, and replacement by Mr Major. It was odd to see someone brought down in politics by the people they lead, fully, she had been part of public life then for over half my lifetime. It was wierd.
She's dead, and it was 20 years ago she was in her hey day, another half a lifetime ago.