I used to have one of these organ donor style cards: ‘In case of my involvement in a major disaster. Don’t let Mrs Thatcher visit me’
It’s mostly forgotten what an ambulance chaser the evil one was in the dying days of her premiership. Artifacts like this bring it all back and had I managed to hold on to mine, it might now be worth something at auction.
And yet I always had my doubts about carrying it. Would I really want to forgo an opportunity to get within spitting distance?
Uploaded by mobile phone to Stephen Newton’s diary of sorts