In a nice hotel...with Mrs Thatcher...

For once, I'm in a nice hotel - really nice, and I have a fantastic view. I remember a very foxy woman once showing me how her fancy iphone took panoramic shots, looking down on the Forbidden City, so I've done one - hope you get the full effect on the shot above & it isn't cut in half!!!

 

Talking of that foxy woman (I can't get her out of my head now!!!), being in a nice hotel always makes me VERY randy...so I started thinking of her when my 'phone went 'ding', with a text from the editoooor of 'The Chron' and the news Mrs Thatcher had died...then I got the first of several mails...

 

I make no secret of the fact I thought Maggie was one of THE great world leaders of our time...inspirational, courageous...she helped shape modern Britain, distance us from the shitty old one (unions and general laziness) and - frankly - make us a force to be reckoned with on the world stage and GREAT once again.

 

I exchanged letters with her when she was at her greatest...and I shall write about her at length in my column next week (I'd just submitted this week's when I got the text, so too late to do it now, or, rather, I can't be arsed)

 

So rather than getting out of the shower into my randy room and thinking of that foxy chick, I'm sat here thinking about Maggie...oh dear....the evening can't end as I planned, can it....