Just how working class...

[Stewart]

So, I'm currently eating a Sharwood's Chicken Balti for my dinner, with a few slices of white bread, and a large mug of tea. I'm also reading the Sun, and have Sky Sports News on in the background. Later, I'll take Sarge, my pet Doberman for a walk, and see if there's any football worth watching on Sky.

So, on the following scale, how working class am I?

1) Very working class --- 2) Super working class --- 3) As working class as its possible to be --- 4) Cathy Burke.

[laura]

I would have to say not very working class, working class would be working at the moment, not having their dinner at 4:30 in the afternoon, would they not?

[Stewart]

I'm far too working class to work. Er... hang on... how's that work then?

[Nimrod]

maybe you're after the doley / pikey / layabout rating ?

In which case I would put you close to a 3.5.
You'd need to downgrade from a sharwoods to a chip butty / fry up to start reaching the 4+ level

[Stewart]

No, I am busy most of the day working (sometimes), but not lumping bricks about or anything.

I knew there was an even more working class dinner than a balti! Should have gone for the chip butty as you say, for maximum working classness. Also, I suppose a greasy Alsatian would score greater working class points than my pristine Doberman.

Also, to my eternal shame, there is a copy of the Times in my room, although I do read the Sun most days.

I am a class traitor! Soon I'll be eating Muesli, reading the Guardian, and thinking that voting for the Liberal Democrats is a good idea!

Aaargh!

M-u-s-t s-w-e-a-r a-n-d t-a-l-k a-b-o-u-t f-o-o-t-b-a-l-l.

[revol68]

its funny how the middle class started jumpin on the football bandwagon prwan sandwhich eating ******s!
nevermind that all jokin aside, it is real annoying to be labelled as middle class cos u dont read the Sun arent obsessed with sport oh an are anyway intelligent.

I know plenty of my "punk" mates who are pretty middle class but they drop their h's act a wee bit tough and they think they are workng class, ******s the lot'em.
Another thing, arseholes who think they r middleclass cos they got a mortgage or work in an office lol. The amount of wee knobs ive meet on ten grand a year who think they r middle class cos they have to wear a tie to work. I tired telling them that train drivers get nearly triple that lol.

anyways im off to Marks and Spencers and then to the theatre before we pick the kids up form the "wee women" who minds them, god bless her she lives in a terrace.

As for Sun readers most people have the sense not to take it seriously.... the Mail, Express and all those pretentious rags are much more evil in my mind.

[Class--]

Originally Posted by Vaul

So, on the following scale, how working class am I?

1) Very working class --- 2) Super working class --- 3) As working class as its possible to be --- 4) Cathy Burke.

LOL love number 4

Oh and with a doberman called Sarge u are most deffinately full blown Cathy Burke

Class

[floppybootstomp]

How working class?

1. Sharwoods Chicken Balti - +1
2. Bread & Butter - +7 (only if Kingsmill)
3. The Sun - +9
4. Doberman - -1 (should be a Rottweiler or Pit Bull)
5. Sky Sports - +20
6. Football - +1
7. Tea - +12

So, that's 49 out of a possible 140 = 1) Very Working Class. And the award of an enamel Cathy Burke lapel badge for effort.

[funnelhead]

Really you need to include more eggs in your diet to increase your basic working-classedness. Chips and EGG. Bacon and EGG . sausage and EGG. Egg sandwhich. On fridays or after particularly good football you may have steak and EGG. But they must be fried or boiled, and badly at that. Poaching is out. Scrambling is borderline.

Also perhaps if you could turn down sex in favour of footy a few times that would help...do you have anyone you could turn down sex from?

[Stewart]

Originally Posted by floppybootstomp

How working class?

1. Sharwoods Chicken Balti - +1
2. Bread & Butter - +7 (only if Kingsmill)
3. The Sun - +9
4. Doberman - -1 (should be a Rottweiler or Pit Bull)
5. Sky Sports - +20
6. Football - +1
7. Tea - +12

So, that's 49 out of a possible 140 = 1) Very Working Class. And the award of an enamel Cathy Burke lapel badge for effort.

It was Warburton’s I think, which might as well be Kingsmill. Also, before anyone asks, it was proper tea; Tetley tea! None of this fruit flavored silliness.

Funnelhead: I had no idea the connection between eggs and workingclassness was so close! I eat the occasional boiled egg sarny, but little else.

Also perhaps if you could turn down sex in favour of footy a few times that would help...do you have anyone you could turn down sex from?

There is a tramp who lives in a milk bottle at the bottom of my street. I could get him to make sexual advances towards me, I'm sure, if I bribe him with a bag of chips and a can of Red Square.

Then I shall spurn his tramp-like advances, leaving him but a shadow of his former self, heart broken and alone! (Although with chips and a tasty beverage for afterwards)

In fact, it’s such a good idea, I'll go and do it now!

*Goes*

[Stewart]

Alas, the facist police have smashed his milk bottle and moved him on!

Now he will never know the love that I carried for him! Oh woe!

[Allen]

Dunno about being working class, but you sure are mental! 10/10 for craziness!

Nee-naw, nee-naw, nee-naw... watch out, here come the men in white coats for you! At least you'll have a very fashionable straight jacket to wear whilst banging your head on the padded walls!

[Stewart]

Yes, but my sig pic is better than yours, because Knoxy loves me, but hates you with a passion that burns as bright as any star! (Apart from Sirius of course)

He plots to kill you! You must flee Al, you must flee! Get as far away as you can, and tell no-one your destination!

But don't go too far or you might get lost, and don't cross any main roads, and don't leave my sight without telling me where you're going.

But as long as you respect those rules... flee Al! Get as far away as you can, and tell no-one your destination!

[Allen]

So what sort of options does that leave me then? I can't go out of your sight, I can't cross any roads, I can't tell anyone where I'm going (even though you could see me and tell them...)!?! HELP!! *runs away from Knoxy*

I'll go and hide in a new milk bottle at the end of your road then. I'll leave the milk in too so you can't see me in it (except for the bamboo shoot poking out of the top allowing me to breath!)

:edit: Don't you go making sexual advances on me though Vaul, my g/f won't like it!

[Stewart]

I intend to build a shire on that spot; a shrine to the unknown tramp. I shall gather the shards of his smashed milk bottle, and fashion them into some sort of... erm... shrine.

It shall be a shrine to his memory! (£5 admission, 1 hour per visit, £4.99 for OAPs, children under 3 and members of the now disbanded West Midlands Serious Crime Squad)

[Allen]

Does that mean I can't hide in my milk bottle there now? Or will it just cost me £120.00 per day to do so?

Better than that, I could become a living model of the old tramp and you could pay me! I start to smell after a few weeks w/o showering so I'm perfect for the job!