The Diary of Jon Boden
Aged eight, sitting at the kitchen table helping my mum to make marmalade whilst Heseltine laid into Thatcher live on the radio. I remember my mum cheering along. I didn’t understand much of what was being said, but I had been brought up to despise Thatcher and, besides, Mum’s jubilation was infectious. The smell of marmalade being made isn’t something I come across very often these days, but when I do it takes me straight back.
Published on 1 June 2009