The dream world that Mrs Thatcher promised. And the ghosts that came back to disrupt it.

On your own in a world of individual freedom. It's wonderful. But can you trust the old institutions? Suspicion begins to grow.

Money replaces ideology as a way of ordering Britain. It was supposed to make things rational. But the money got mixed with old forces from the past. And wasn't as predictable as it seemed.

Those in power begin to distrust you. Once you were a heroic individual. Now you are a creature of HR. And the prime minister is just a man in blue underpants.

Who needs politicians in a magical world of free individuals? So they give away their power. But Alexander McQueen sees what is really happening. The monstrous rise of the handbag.