There was always going to be disunity after the death of one of the 20th century’s most defining figures.

The lady split opinions 30 or 40 years ago and she is still doing it in death.

What was alarming though was the number of people who didn’t have a clue about who she was.

Now, go back 20 years and I could name every Prime Minister and monarch dating back to the 18th century. The twenties are a little tricky but the secret is to link leaders with FA Cup winners.

One is more likely to find that people will know the words of a One Direction song than who ruled their country in 1983.

Growing up, I hated Maggie Thatcher. A lot of the time it had to do with what you heard as a child from people around you.

We actually thought Maggie Thatcher had come into Blackburn and stolen, yes physically stolen, our milk.

The rumour going around was that she was only caught because our caretaker was such a clever bloke. But she still managed to get away with a few cartons – so the juniors would have to do without milk.

It was memories like that saw me get into a several arguments with a fair few people about the reaction after her death.

I may not have agreed with her policies but, in death, I suggest we let it be.

But that was not how other people felt – wanting me download tunes celebrating her being dead and so forth.

Two such men were gloating she had died but failed to realise that they themselves were exactly the kind of people created by Thatcher.

One now owned three houses and rented them out and the other was a business owner who had done okay.

The argument ended when I asked both for a donation to a charity and both refused ‘as people should help themselves’.

Oh yes, neither wanted to pay the 79 pence for the song download too.

Now are these guys classed stingy or staunch capitalists? I couldn’t quite figure it out.