Oh, Margo…not just a light but a beacon in our lives. It’s actually quite difficult to type this, I feel quite exhausted. What a woman! What a Scot! My own memories are coloured by how proud I was just to spend time with her and to work with her.
She was perceptive and insightful and whatever her feelings of disdain for the opinions of others, her humanity was her strongest suit. Margo could converse with anyone.
We returned to the office one day after lunch and the joiner was there fixing a broken door. She engaged him in conversation about Scotland for an hour or so before the poor guy go to leave. We flew from Berlin to Brussels once and she sat beside what turned out to be a German MEP. By the time we landed, she had found out how he fiddled his expenses and that despite the wife waving goodbye on the ground, he had a mistress in Brussels!
Irrepressible, unstoppable, committed, humane and unforgettable. She would phone me after a programme to challenge something I said or to agree and I only ever treated her every word with respect. She represents something dignified and admirable about working class Scots and I always felt an emotion closer to love than respect for her. She will be a symbol now for campaign. How she would have loved to be there on September 19.by