It's kinda like she's Joan Bennett in Suspiria!
The town that made Margaret Thatcher.
Strange, though, that the policies she pursued, consciously or not, destroyed nearly everything her father held dear: the established order, stability, community. Can you see evidence of that destructive energy from the corner of North Parade? The longer you stand there the more you can convince yourself that you can. There was once a pub over the road and a Catholic church. The pub has gone now (though there is another, desperate-looking one a few yards along - the Nobody Inn). The view now takes in a vast Asda and a Lidl. There is not a family-owned shop in sight. In the absence of society, things can fall apart. Along the high street from the Methodist chapel in Grantham, every shop window these days carries a police notice: "Warning, handbag thieves operate in this area."








