What if …
The Guardian asks "What if Thatcher had died at Brighton?" Oh boring. Daily, I walked to work by the Grand Hotel and daily I thought of that terrible night. It is folly to imagine alternatives: they are present in what happened anyway.
As I walked by, there was always a strong smell of chlorine (because of the swimming pool in the basement, not becasue they were trying to disinfect it of Tory lice).
After reading this useless piece of crap, my question is: what if repulsive little squirts like Simon Heffer and Andrew Roberts had never been born?
