So MtheGM knows the differency wifferency between righty wighty and wrongy wongy. Of course he does. He was born into a nice middle class home with a great big silver spoon in his mouth, and probably a nanny to take him walkies round the park. If he'd played with those rough lads in those no hope tenements - you know the ones. No class, no style, no inside toilets, no bathrooms, and very likely a shared standpipe in the middle of the court as the only source of water - mumsie wumsie would have sent him straight to bed without any suppery wuppery.
No, MtheGM wasn't born on a sink estate populated by drug addicts and ne'er do wells. Nor was he born of parents who were too thick and hopeless to know how to bring him up and, if memory recalls, spent all their time watching violent porn.
I'm not sure which I find the most detestable, M the GM's opinions, or the sickening, patronising tissue of nonsense he chooses to wrap them up in. But then I always found the English middle class an odd lot.