I went to McShitterton Polyversity in London, where everyone was desperate to be proudly working class despite having enough money to move down to London to go to university, and socialist, and obviously hated the middle classes.
My friend Rowanna, however, was a posh loser like myself, and based herself broadly on Eddie from Absolutely Fabulous.

One morning during a lecture, some righteous, worthy sort was giving his presentation on how rap music videos aren't in any way sexist or exploitative, and pontificated that we all understood this, because, y'know, we're all working class here ...

Rowanna, who had been resting her head on the desk trying to deal with another evening spent smoking whatever was available and drinking likewise suddenly raised her head and said loudly, "I'm not fucking working class!" and proceeded to make the point that as students, all of us were now in the middle income, tertiary education bracket, and that all this poncing about trying to claim otherwise was so much pretentious bollocks.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 8 Apr 2010, 9:40, 2 replies)

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An old friend of mine was brought up in a detatched house by an ex-army father and a housewife mother. Went to good schools, got 5 A-levels and went to Oxford to study English, and got a First. Now because he chooses to spend his time hanging around squats and not washing, he's decided he's working class... The mind boggles.
(BelladonnaAnodyne Melissa's gonna wet herself, I swear..., Thu 8 Apr 2010, 12:52, closed)

Yes indeed. I fell far from the tree, but not quite that far.
In the words of the Dead Kennedys, "Playing ethnicy jazz to parade your snazz on your five grand stereo, claiming that you know how the niggers feel cold, and that the slum's got so much soul ... "
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 8 Apr 2010, 13:07, closed)