...seen your face - as sang by Rod Stewart back in the days - has been playing over and over in my head all evening. It all started when I heard the news about Margaret Thatcher's death.
My sympathy goes out to her relatives.
I never liked her and will not weep for her. In fact I disliked her intensely.
Maggie and I were poles apart - politically and socially.
At the height of her power in the early 80s I was a paid-up member of the Labour Party, campaigning tirelessly and volunteering many an unpaid hour in my bid to help elect Neil Kinnock.
A formidable politician she undoubtedly was. A true blue ultra right-wing conservative who cared more for dog-eat-dog capitalism than for the masses.
I also never liked the tag "The Iron Lady" given her by the press, and was always of the opinion a more apt label such as "The Ice Maiden" would have been more appropriate.
But I didn't hate her. And I certainly wouldn't want to do what singer/songwriter Elvis Costello suggested in his song Tramp The Dirt Down, written about Maggie, and which he sang; "when they finally put you in the ground I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down"
The Iron Lady has died - may she rust in peace.