Current Wisdom

Current Wisdom

By From the July-August 2013 issue

Young Andrew O’Hagan, always sickly and increasingly neurotic, meets Margaret Thatcher one evening in London and suddenly suffers his “stinky hands” syndrome: 

There are summer evenings in London when Piccadilly Circus looks impatient for its neon, when the rain is falling and the tourists appear to be weary of the daylight. And it was on such a night in June 2003 that I met Margaret Thatcher. The meeting wasn’t entirely auspicious: she didn’t know who I was, and, more importantly, I didn’t know who I was, until I saw her across from me and realized I wouldn’t shake her hand. I have never met anyone so politically galvanizing as the person I had known only as Maggie throughout my childhood. 
May 23, 2013 


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