Thatcher: Her Life and Legacy

Ha- fooled you! Don't worry, I'm not going to add one iota to the tsunami of media coverage that has attended the death of Grantham's finest (superb parish church, St Wulfram's, Grantham - praised by Ruskin and Betjeman, among others. Ruskin was much impressed by its ballflower decoration). The Thatcher tsunami is a perfect example of what happens when a major figure dies a long-expected death, with all the obits written, the tributes, profiles and documentaries all in place and ready to roll - and, to complete the perfect storm, it's also a quiet news day, when the next biggest story seems to be about a police force investigating the tweets of a teenage girl it's now employing as some kind of 'youth tsar', whatever that is. But one or two other news items did manage to squeeze into the bulletins, and the one that caught my ear was this: the unnervingly human-like sound of Gelada baboons. Not unlike a lively session in the House of Commons, is it?