"An outside bog, no bath and cold taps? Luxury! Now, when I were a lad..."

It's interesting that many people are so uncomfortable with admissions of poverty that they play artificial violins or put on imaginary Yorkshire accents.
For years poverty was something I was ashamed of and kept secret, then when it was distant enough to admit, it's brushed off as an inverted boast. It wasn't fun, it was grim and demeaning and those Little Boxes would have been a marvel in comparison.