0 shares 209 View comments A grieving nation: There have been echoes of the Diana lunacy over the past week, ever since the passing of Margaret Thatcher was announced The last time I felt like this was when Lady Di died. Who are these people? Where have they all come from? Has the world gone stark, staring bonkers? On the eve of the funeral I ran away to Majorca. It was like the last plane out of Saigon, with fugitives from the sobfest metaphorically hanging off the wings to escape the madness. London was carpeted with cheap floral tributes bought from petrol stations and teddy bears pinned to the railings as the nation appeared to succumb to mass hysteria. I can remember writing in the Daily Mail at the time that I felt like a visiting alien, marooned on another planet. Was it me? Soon it became apparent that I wasn’t alone. Readers wrote in droves to say that they, too, were utterly bewildered by the emotional incontinence apparently sweeping the nation. It was