Moggie Thatcher dead!
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convert

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Don

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Friday 13th November 2009
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convert said:
You could have made that somewhat clearer. I genuinely thought it was a typo...

elster

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Friday 13th November 2009
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Don said:
convert said:
You could have made that somewhat clearer. I genuinely thought it was a typo...
I think there are a lot of other people saying the same.

convert

Original Poster:

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Friday 13th November 2009
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Sorry chaps.

I don't do typa's



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ewenm

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Friday 13th November 2009
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rofl

Bing o

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Friday 13th November 2009
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Don said:
convert said:
You could have made that somewhat clearer. I genuinely thought it was a typo...
I thought that it was suitably ironic smile

turbobloke

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Friday 13th November 2009
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Nine lives, no worries smile

mybrainhurts

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Friday 13th November 2009
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Blimey...

Imagine standing at your front door and calling the cat...

turbobloke

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Friday 13th November 2009
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Reminded me of this, from an old friend and now old poet smile Duncan Forbes.

My name is Moggie Thatcher, I'm a biter and a scratcher
I'm renowned for landing on my feline feet
I'm the grocer's puss from Grantham, who became the national anthem
And I like expensive cuts of public meat

Though painted as the brashest tyrannical old fascist
To rule the land without the common touch
I'm proud to think I'm British, and both resolute and skittish
You don't kick the iron lady in the crutch

My name is Moggie Thatcher, I'm a biter and a scratcher
And survival is the nature of the beast
Working late and with the light on, at the Grand Hotel in Brighton
I've got another seven lives at least

My culture is the gin-set, the Finchley pearls and twin-set
Britannia reincarnate rules the waves
Britannia reincarnate in the streets of Friern Barnet
The unemployed can be employed as slaves.


Great policy idea for a poet wink