Apparently, we’re all working class now, which is nice. It seems that people, when asked what class they think they are from, avoid saying middle because they don’t think it’s something to be proud of. I went through this stage about eight years ago. Then I realised that my parents and grandparents had worked long and hard so that I could be middle class and it would be very ungrateful of me to deny this.

I still can’t get that sketch with the Two Ronnies and John Cleese out of my head though.


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