It was a day of drama.

The rain fell, the wind howled, the electricity went off so often I lost track.

My colleagues have a wicked sense of humour. Some thought the electricity cuts were due to starting up the incinerator. Some thought that it was Her last revenge on Scotland. One reminded me of the old Frankie Boyle joke about Scots digging a hole so deep...

I could write at great length about today's event in London but I'll limit myself to saying that I wish we were burying Thatcherism alongside Thatcher.

What I liked especially about this was the channel that swirled through the water.


PS Ding Dong