I have a flair for being on the wrong side of history- I was reading Conrad, for instance, when I heard Chinua Achebe had died and I'm the only person I know who will still argue that the Thatcher sale of council houses was immoral as well economically inept. The NuLabor boys ask me why poor people should not own their own homes too (as if I owned mine!) and look at me curiously when I say that public property should not be hived off for private gains.

So my indifference to Thatcher's demise may not be surprising. I found I really didn't care. But Thatcher's tears leaving Downing Street pleased me greatly, and it was then that I sang 'Ding Dong the Witch is Dead.' The song sold well after she died and the BBC hesitated before deciding to play a few seconds of it during the chart programmes. The BBC seemed to prefer censorship to the possibility of offending whoever is offended by the cheery songs of munchkins.

It's a fitting tribute to a woman who hated freedom of speech. For all her pretence about democracy we remember her silencing Gerry Adams (cutting off his 'oxygen of publicity' she called it), we remember Clause 28, and we remember her abolishing a left leaning tier of local government.

She is largely responsible for the existence of what the French call la pensée unique in Britain today. It's an under-reported and particularly disgraceful part of her legacy, and I join myself to the sentiments and expression of Cee Lo Green. I bet the BBC can't play this song either. It might offend someone.