Some say Margaret Thatcher was easily
Britain's greatest post-war politician whereas some flinch at the prospect of
her like returning again. Whatever your views she went from a shop to the top.
She was born above her parent's grocery shop in Lincolnshire and made a path to
power unlike any woman had done before.
While in London I walked by The Ritz hotel where
she finally conked out. The steps at her Belgravia home were too much so she
moved (probably free of charge) into the five-star hotel owned by the
billionaire Barclays brothers (no doubt ardent fans.) For months she lived in
the Executive Suite - about the size of a small flat - and didn't go out much. She
could sometimes be seen sitting on a bench overlooking Green Park. No high
heels - just flat sandals and a walking stick. Months before her end she'd been
in hospital to have a growth removed from her bladder and been wobbly on her legs
since. Occasionally she ate in the hotel's restaurant and guests were known to
give her a standing ovation upon her entrance. Once she amazed diners by singing
her favourite wartime song at supper, asking the hotel pianist to play A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square.
She spent most days in the £3,660/night suite
reading, receiving friends and listening to the radio. Her husband Denis had
died a decade earlier, her kids lived abroad and she’d descended into a fog of intermittent
dementia. For a few months two carers looked after the Iron Lady (a term she
disliked) who was weak having suffered a series of strokes. She was lucid
enough to recognise the symptoms of a stroke when the final one occurred one
morning when she was sat in read reading. Suddenly she began to feel ill and
probably knew another stroke was about to assail her. This one on a Monday in
April 2013 was the one that pushed her over the edge of life and she died at
11.28am. What matter she was reading is unknown though as the Barclays brothers
owned the Daily Telegraph newspaper it was probably that day's edition.
She remained in the hotel for nearly 13 hours
before she was driven away in a private ambulance (with a police helicopter
above.) Her twins Mark and Carol were abroad at the time of her death and
accusations followed that they had rarely visited their fast-ailing mum.
I've passed The Ritz a few times and always
thought the entrance on Arlington Street is a letdown for such a grand building.
They do it up at Christmas but for the rest of the year it doesn't seem to match
the quality of the ornate interior. There looked to be a wedding bash going on
the day I passed. A few women in powder blue frocks were going inside for the
service. I looked up at all the windows and wasn't sure which was The Executive
Suite. It's probably round the back as those rooms are quieter and look onto open
parkland. Oddly a few doors down from the hotel sits Arlington House where Paul
Raymond the porn publisher lived and died. I wondered if the Porn King and the
Power Queen ever met.
A quick Ritz data download:-
1)
The Ritz is the only hotel
in the world to have its name in the Oxford
English Dictionary, which it entered in 1925. Rizty
means fashionable, glamorous and expensive.
2) The width of each
corridor was designed to enable two ladies to walk comfortably in side by side.
3) During World War II, Winston Churchill, Charles
de Gaulle and Dwight D. Eisenhower met for summit meetings.
4) The Queen did the conga through The Ritz hotel in 1945 on VE Day with her sister, Margaret, after
slipping incognito into the crowds that were celebrating in central London.
5)
It was the first hotel
in the world to allow women to come unaccompanied by
a male chaperone for Afternoon Tea.
6) In The Rivoli Bar
American actress Tallulah Bankhead famously sipped Champagne from her
slipper during a press conference in 1951.
7) Ritz porters pride themselves on being able to fulfill any request but it has to be legal.
8) Sometimes there are more staff than guests.
9) Large portions of
the 1999 romantic comedy Notting Hill were filmed in and around the hotel.
The Executive Suite where she died (it was the size of a small
flat)...
The restaurant where Mrs T once sang...
Somewhere near the end...