![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I like to say that I'm working class, because I was certainly raised that way and was quite proud of it, to be honest.
But I did just get off my running machine in sub-urban middlesex (technically, according to the postcode), having chuckled at Marcus Brigstocke for half an hour, only to saunter through to the kitchen and make myself a fresh smoothie.
Oh, shitting HELL, am I middle class.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and buy a copy of the Guardian and some focaccia to munch while I laugh at the commoners. Haw haw haw.
But I did just get off my running machine in sub-urban middlesex (technically, according to the postcode), having chuckled at Marcus Brigstocke for half an hour, only to saunter through to the kitchen and make myself a fresh smoothie.
Oh, shitting HELL, am I middle class.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and buy a copy of the Guardian and some focaccia to munch while I laugh at the commoners. Haw haw haw.
