"Mrs Thatcher was an inspiration. She was proof that women could rise to the highest possible positions in the land. I never met her in 1979, when I campaigned unsuccessfully for a seat in Burnley, but I did when I was a parliamentary candidate in 1983 [unsuccessfully contesting a seat at Plymouth Devonport].
I remember a time during the 1980s, when CND was a live issue, going to Number 10 on a dark winter's morning as part of a group called Women and Families for Defence.
When we arrived, it was scarcely past dawn, but the prime minister looked as though she had just walked out of a beauty salon.
She was lively and engaging; she had a formidable way with people. We had expected a five-minute audience, but she gave us the best part of an hour.
There are people born in the 1980s who don't remember a time before we had a female PM, and you will never be able to convince them that there is anything strange about it. These individuals are starting to become middle managers, the players of present-day society.
I think when Mrs Thatcher was elected there were question marks about her, it was an unusual thing for a woman to do. But it did not take long to be reassured. She achieved things through her immense resolution and conviction."
โ Ann Widdecombe
Today is Brian Cant's Birthday.
One of THE great voices of our childhood.
I feel so lucky to be around when people like him brought those shows to life.
RIP Ann Widdecombe
A Tiger of British Politics.
A Christian Warrior.
And a kind, funny, witty and all round good person.
They donโt make people like Ann Widdicombe anymore.
God Bless you Ann.
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James Hunt ๐ฌ๐ง the #iconic 1976 #FormulaOne World Champion.
He won his only World Championship driving for #McLaren following a famous rivalry with Niki Lauda ๐ฆ๐น
86 years ago today, the Battle of Britain began. It is the closest the free world ever came to losing everything.
By July 1940, Hitler had swallowed Europe whole. Poland in 5 weeks. France in 6. Belgium, Holland, Norway, Denmark. The British army had just fled the continent at Dunkirk, leaving its guns, tanks, and trucks behind in the sand. Britain stood completely alone. No America. No Soviet Union. Just one island and the sea.
Hitler's plan was simple. Before German troops could cross the Channel and finish the war, the Luftwaffe had to destroy the Royal Air Force and rule the sky. His commanders promised him it would take four days. Maybe two weeks at most.
Standing against the largest, most battle-hardened air force on earth was a thin line of young men. Some were 19. Some had trained for only a few weeks. Many climbed into their Spitfires and Hurricanes not knowing how to properly fire the guns yet. They scrambled four, five, six times a day. They ate when they could, slept in their boots, and watched friends not come back at breakfast.
At the height of the fighting, a fighter pilot's life expectancy was four weeks. They all knew the math. They flew anyway. Every single day.
Polish and Czech pilots who had lost their own countries flew with them, and fought like men with nothing left to lose, because they had nothing left to lose. Canadians, New Zealanders, South Africans, Americans who crossed the ocean before their own country had entered the war. A few hundred against thousands.
And the impossible happened. Week after week, the RAF refused to break. In September, Hitler blinked. The invasion of Britain was postponed, then quietly abandoned forever. It was his first defeat of the entire war, and it was handed to him by boys barely old enough to drink.
Winston Churchill stood before Parliament and said the words that still give people chills:
"Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few."
They called them simply The Few. Most people alive today owe them a debt they will never know they carry.
86 years on, raise a glass to the young men who saved the world from the cockpit of a Spitfire. ๐ฌ๐ง