Here is an iconic 1980s tableau. At a long polished table in a grand room sit a lot of mute men in grey suits. In their midst is a small oasis of bright blue, topped by a vanilla whip of blonde perm. Margaret Thatcher and her Cabinet yesmen are discussing the Falklands. Apparently, the islands have been invaded, and the PM is vexed that no one can confirm this. Her voice hardens, her cold blue eyes stare, and suddenly the temperature seems to drop. Everyone shivers. "Cut!" calls the director.