The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It seems that Argentina is incapable of looking critically at its tragic military adventure in the Falklands.
Living in France while the Falklands War was going on, I felt a profound sense of shame and betrayal, just as I did by the war in Iraq. People have asked why I don't talk about that directly in my plays. Well, politics needs to be articulated in many different ways.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
There's one thing about baldness, it's neat.
I've had songs written during the Falklands war, and during the first Gulf war I got letters from soldiers saying they were listening to these songs, like Island of no return.
As I spread my wings in politics, I discovered many Thatcher voters down south who were the same kind of people who loathed her in Scotland. They were puzzled by the Scots' antipathy, given the Falklands war and the strong militaristic history of the Highlands and elsewhere.
The world is under siege, in conflict, but it is enthusiastic about Argentina.
When the question arose whether I, as a member of the royal family, should take part in active combat in the Falklands, there was no question in her mind, and it only took her two days to sort the issue.
Why would we start demanding negotiations over sovereignty of the Falklands right now, 30 years since the war, and not 31 years or any other date?
I wasn't absolutely too sure where the Falklands was, and I didn't want to make a bloody fool of myself.