Unacceptable in the 80s, and even less acceptable now

I'm not sure what's most remarkable about this story: the fact that the city trader in question couldn't look more like a city trader if he tried (suited, corpulent, greasy) or the fact that that there's a "Margaret Thatcher-themed club in Fulham". Isn't the point of nostalgia that it involves getting misty-eyed over the past? There hardly needs to be such a club when we're still living in the Thatcherite era, with our present government doing their very best to make Maggie proud.