Why I danced a jig when Maggie died

My interpretation of evil personified by Lucifer (the devil incarnate) would have to be in the shape and form of former British prime minister Margaret Thatcher.

I had said that when I heard the news of her passing away, it did not matter where I was, I would dance a jig, which I dutifully did to the best of my ability without a witness to verify the act apart from the person on the other end of the line who joined in with me in my moment of euphoria that made time stand still.

I make no apology for saying what I have said about her now or what I will say about her in the future. I will also put my name to this letter with pride. She will go down in Irish history as a loathsome divisive figure loved by the few but hated by the majority.