Middle Class
I'm quite prejudiced against middle class people as in I don't want to be one. The following took place in a pub.

"I'm not middle class - I'm working class. I grew up in a pit village, I lived in a council house, I went to a comprehensive school. I'm as working class as you can get!" I protested.

"Look mate. Your class isn't where you came from. It's where you are now. Look at you. You've got a degree. You wear a suit to work. You work in London and fly back here on weekends. You even own a boat for fucks sake. Middle class" said flatmate.

"Working class" I said stubbornly. "For Christ's sake - I even used to be a card-carrying member of the Labour party!"

"Used to be my" mate said "You're not now..."

"That's because they turned out to a bunch of thieving, lying cunts!!" I spluttered.

"Legless - just face it. You came from the working classes and now you're middle class. You hold dinner parties. Your favourite drink is wine. You cook with herbs."

"What the fuck have herbs got to do with it? I said. "Everyone cooks with herbs"

"Only the middle class" my mate said "The real working class doesn't even know what herbs are"

"Oh bollocks" I said. "You're talking through your arse"

"OK" my mate said. "Ask the barmaid. Go on - ask her a question about herbs."

The barmaid was a hefty lass from a village down the coast. A bit in-bred but nice enough.

"Debs?" I called "Can you explain to my flatmate what oregano is?"

She looked puzzled

"Isn't he one of the Wombles" she called back.

"Middle class" says mate smugly.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 8 Apr 2010, 1:38, 8 replies)

Fuck. That makes me middle class.
But I'm from Hull! There's no middle class in Hull. It's working class, purely, unless you're John Prescott. And he's a cunt.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Thu 8 Apr 2010, 2:30, closed)

And tell the missus
I'm doing ok. Not great. But at least ok.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Thu 8 Apr 2010, 3:17, closed)

He's right, you know
It's sad but it's something we have to learn to live with. I do feel morally superior as a 1st generation immigrant to this class, though.
( Ungersven would support SpankyHanky's patreon, Thu 8 Apr 2010, 5:10, closed)

Pictures or it didn't happen.
Love, Amorous Badger.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Thu 8 Apr 2010, 5:27, closed)

John Prescott's Tour of Britain.
I'm reminded of when JP interviewed a woman on one episode of this programme. She was reasonably presentable, but wasn't off for an afternoon of riding her horse through the fields, let's just say that...



JP: So - would you say you're working class?

W: No, I'm not working class?

JP: Really?

W: I can't be working class, I don't have a job...

JP:
(caescarna Hell's Roomba, Thu 8 Apr 2010, 10:54, closed)

ha
Very true... but I was born in Oxford, so regardless of the council house, single-mum upbringing I was destined to be middle class - which I apologise for in an embarrassed middle class way.
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Thu 8 Apr 2010, 10:56, closed)

Olives - sorta like the herb thing
The rule I always go by is olives. If you've ever bought olives, you're middle class. If you've eaten them, you're either middle class - or know people who are.

q.v. sun dried tomatoes.
(jajwhite, Thu 8 Apr 2010, 12:16, closed)

I am told I am middle class.
I have no independent means of support. I do not have income from investments. I do not own a business from which I draw profits.
I have to work - for money. Or I would lose my house. I am not highly paid, nor even very well paid.
Go figure.
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Thu 8 Apr 2010, 12:21, closed)