What is that shïtty stone that every 'grand' house in rural Ireland is built of in order to ensure that they all look like somewhere one would house the criminally insane?
I think they did house the insane in this case, but yes there is certain something about the stone. I'll ignore the proddy gibe below though
Rumour actually has it that my grandfather won it in a game of cards. Mind you, he was also supposed to be a teetotaler. And despite not having to, he went off to fight in the second world war, though crucially, it has never been established which side he went off to fight for
Having to work has nothing to do with being working class, sw. Do you find me with my hands down a u-bend, scaffolding, plastering or shovelling shít? No. Why not? Because those are occupations for the working classes.
I am middle class. I sit in an office tapping out deathless prose on a keyboard or having meetings. These are things middle class people do.
As a guess, does that mean that upper class is one who has people to attend meetings and tapping out meaningless diatribe on one's behalf?
"Scoring a goal is better than sex" - Whoever said that was sticking it to the wrong woman