I was a miner...

Not the Billy Bragg lyric but a fact for what it's worth. I used to go to folk clubs and ok, occasionally sit and smile whilst a person who fits into your stereotype sang songs about mining.

Then the next morning, get my tallies and swing that ruddy rope.

All this about working class, middle class etc does wind me up somewhat. It is, I suppose, something to do with heritage? No matter. Working down the pit made me, I suppose, working class. But owning my own house? Owning a decent wine cellar, well stocked? Being married to a doctor? Having an aga in the kitchen?

I'm not working class. I'm not middle class. I am Steamin' Willie or whatever silly name I use next.

(Apologies to my mate who has the same IP address and gets hot & bothered when the moderators block me for being silly.)