For some reason I am encountering a frankly worrying level of synchronicity about Thatcher. Random works of fiction which I read are set in the Thatcher era, the non-fiction book-in-the-bathroom has just concluded a rant about her (very well worded too, it’s the M25 Orbital by John someone*) and the poster for the film starring Meryl Streep is beginning to percolate up through the papers. We even mentioned her during the interval at the theatre yesterday, and it just makes me think that something is going to happen soon. Not sure what.
Anyway, I mentioned recently a bench named for Kirsty MacColl in London, here in Dunfermline one has been named for Stuart Adamson, in the Glen.
*so much for the power of recall, it’s