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Briefly, I felt pride to be British.

We have been hither and thither in this podcast.

Yeah, so we have.

Shower first, you dirty doll.

You know, I can't remember the last time I'm undershirt.

Yeah, yeah.

Pipe down eat your pudding, Granny.

You're mad.

So's Jackie. Just rejoice at that news that it is today, Margaret Thatcher's centenary.

Hundred years since the day she was born in Grantham, above the shop on October the 13th, 1925.

For those of you who aren't massive Thatcher fans, don't worry, Ian has been told he's allowed the middle section of the show to eulogise over the birth of his favourite whiplashing mistress.

To be honest, I actually have nuanced feelings about Thatcher because she was always quite gratifying

to use to weaponise against my high Anglican, hugely Thatcherite grandmother.

Because in one breath, she had literally, I mean, she was, I don't know if I can think of anybody, with the exception perhaps of your fine self, who embraced Thatcherism in such a full throttle way as my grandmother did.

And in the next breath, she said, education is more important for boys.

And the failure to see the cognitive distance.

My grandmother.

I was going to say Margaret Thatcher didn't say that.

No, my grandmother said that.

And she was a brilliant tool for young girls like me to use against the old dinosaurs and the family.

But you see, this is where you can't judge people by today's standards or morals,

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