and throw some organic seeds in their face.

"I'm middle-class. I got out of the working class as quickly as I could. The working class is violent and abusive, they beat their wives and I hate their culture."

http://observer.guardian.co.uk/magazine/story/0,,1856417,00.html

All blacks are untermenschen.

and then vomit steak and kidney into their faces

are from better off backgrounds than me. so it's not something I really have to deal with.

Although when I was a student and i went to parties round where i used to live, everyone used to call me "bamber" after a presenter of university challenge, and found that very funny. i never had a come back there.

how middle class we are she squeezes by balls until I cry.

why it mattered and how it could be an insult.

my Dad worked pretty hard for this!"

let my monocle fall out and spill my cremé de menthe

with my ikea baseball bat.

it's sort of made me a redundant member of society. Oh well.

APART FROM MY ROOF TERRACE.

I'm posh. Very posh.

Im not middle class, Im classless. or I span the classes, or "these definitions do not apply anymore" nowadays most people who work are middle class.
Working class would now appear to include professional jobless people

anyway, with a certain amount of pride. I could wear a sticker that said 'Little Britain is shit and you're a fucking moron', but the adhesive would wear off eventually.

and then show them the quiz i did on facebook which proves i'm 13 points more working class than i am upper/middle class.