The British class system is complex. So complex that even the British don't understand it, and will spend days debating just which class they, and their ancestors, are in. But the most important thing to remember about the British class system is that it doesn't matter. I mean, my parents were working class, salt of the earth, pulled themselves up by their Jock Straps, made a mint, but still put roast boots on the table every Sunday lunch. I was the first in my family to go to play school, learnt what knives and forks are for (and that stabbing at the table is generally disapproved of), and now I have a print of the Mona Lisa and everything. I even know the meaning of "touché", and that you have to put a little hatty thing on it to spell it right. So obviously I am Middle Class. Not that i
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| - The British class system is complex. So complex that even the British don't understand it, and will spend days debating just which class they, and their ancestors, are in. But the most important thing to remember about the British class system is that it doesn't matter. I mean, my parents were working class, salt of the earth, pulled themselves up by their Jock Straps, made a mint, but still put roast boots on the table every Sunday lunch. I was the first in my family to go to play school, learnt what knives and forks are for (and that stabbing at the table is generally disapproved of), and now I have a print of the Mona Lisa and everything. I even know the meaning of "touché", and that you have to put a little hatty thing on it to spell it right. So obviously I am Middle Class. Not that i
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| - The British class system is complex. So complex that even the British don't understand it, and will spend days debating just which class they, and their ancestors, are in. But the most important thing to remember about the British class system is that it doesn't matter. I mean, my parents were working class, salt of the earth, pulled themselves up by their Jock Straps, made a mint, but still put roast boots on the table every Sunday lunch. I was the first in my family to go to play school, learnt what knives and forks are for (and that stabbing at the table is generally disapproved of), and now I have a print of the Mona Lisa and everything. I even know the meaning of "touché", and that you have to put a little hatty thing on it to spell it right. So obviously I am Middle Class. Not that it matters. Of course.
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