I have been shocked by the vitriolic tripe spouted by some people about Margaret Thatcher’s death.

The resignation of Nessa Childers from the parliamentary Labour Party focuses public attention on the complete absence of legitimacy of Labour Party and Socialist Party representation in the European Parliament.

The death of Margaret Thatcher was a reminder of how I first became politicised at the tender age of seven years back in 1970.

Those celebrating Margaret Thatcher’s death are showing a graceless, heartless lack of humanity.

With the passing of the Iron Lady, the Anglo-Irish Agreement 1985 is seen by many as a breakthrough.

In response to Brendan Casserly’s letter where he despairs at a taxi with advertising potentially blocking the driver’s rear view (Apr 8) one wonders has Mr Casserly ever driven behind a commercial vehicle, few of which last time I noticed have rear windows?

A man (Barack Obama, arguably the most powerful man in the world) complements a woman on her good looks, and is forced to apologise, (Irish Examiner, April 8).

The legacy of Margaret Thatcher will be hotly contested and I was never a fan of hers.

Perhaps Tom Cruise will affirm his Roscommon roots with a cameo role in the third series of the British TV sitcom, from Sky1, Moone Boy, due to be partly filmed on location in Boyle, Ireland, later in the year.

Dr Adrian Brady (Letters, Apr 5) takes Niamh Drohan to task as she rumbled the patent prescription of anti-depressants to stressed and anxious students as seemingly de-rigeur among many medical GPs (“Depressing truth about treating depression in the young”, Apr 3).