On April 17th 2013, I listened to one song and one song only. I listened to it relentlessly, over and over again. Under normal circumstances this would have been simply eccentric behaviour, but on this day, it was an act of defiance. Canute-like, maybe; but necessary, nevertheless.
Because April 17th was the day of Margaret Thatcher’s funeral.
And the piece I listened to was Pete Wylie’s ‘The Day Margaret Thatcher Dies’ – that’s Margaret Thatcher, British Prime Minister from 1979 until 1990, and certainly the most divisive leader this country has had in a long time.
This act of inhumanity in the face of death brought a lot of raw emotions to the surface. The result is this poem – or rhyming rant – written for performance, not for the page.
Alas, I don’t have a studio or fancy microphones, which is why it sounds a little as though it was recorded in a biscuit tin. And be warned that some listeners may find this piece distasteful and offensive. And others, particularly those overseas, will probably just find it inexplicable.
But anyway; enough. For a final few words, let’s turn to the woman herself: “Where there is despair, may we bring hope.”
Hmm. Now press ‘PLAY’…