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Well I'll try.
There is no excuse, whatsoever, for the above gibberish, but I suppose at the time I'd had a couple of quiet liveners, so
I 'think' that what I was trying to say was possibly this:
That in a meritocracy, if you, I, or anyone Does Well, like Alan Sugar, say, it's not totally out of the question that the next generation might turn out badly, whether or not one, as Pater, has a seat in the house of Lords, or is otherwise posh.
Which is to say that Withnail is every Dad's worst nightmare, and will continue to be so long after the British class system collapses.
For example, Noel Gallagher ( though I'm not making any comparison at all, and I'll admit to struggling here a bit, ) is happy enough to go on at length about his roots and so forth, about having to sell the cake to make the bloody ends meet, none of which stopped him calling the first born Pineapple or some such, and put him/her down for Eton/Roedean the minute the scan turned out positive.
So in other words, if I've managed to string this together properly ( head hurts now, ) your ideas about class and poshos and that seem a bit outdated.
As a Dad, surely the goal is to have the children one day say
" Yes, but my Father worked jolly hard for that money. The dick. " |
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