Dragged up in back streets
this working class kid made good
in learning and position
I had the job, the money, the status, more money
I was ready
But then a voice said
YOU are not dinner party material!
I cried
then whined:
The further education?
The aspirations?
The witty repartee?
The middle class accent?
The money?
A voice said you are NOT dinner party material!
I presume the voice was the high society princess daughter of the Duke of Lavish Dinner Parties tenth in line to the royal balls that you had on a rusty mini bonnet when both intoxicated on expensive champagne.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Fri 18th Mar 2016 16:35
jeez! we aint gotta put up with you again have we?
'working class kid'
blah
blah
blah
'middle class accent?
bollox!
get back to the Boars Head in Middleton
where yer belong
(doing a fucking brill job)
well it sounds brill when we're pissed (alcoholically)
P&S
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Paul F Blackburn
Tue 22nd Mar 2016 23:41
You might say that Nigel, I couldn't possibly comment!