In 1979, I was a very junior political correspondent for the Financial Times. But, for some reason, possibly because I was one of only about three female lobby journalists, I was admitted to the top table of sketch-writers — or, in this case, the back seat of the bus that trailed Mrs Thatcher’s coach on a kind of magical mystery tour.
We would all go to the morning press conference first, where Mrs T kept both her colleagues and the media in order.
Those who had
