So, a while since the last entry. So I'll start with something heavy and lumpen.
I'm a snob. That shouldn't be much of a surprise to those who know me. I've a long history of snobbishness in my family, from my upper middle -class paternal side, to my aspirant working class maternal side. Snobby thoughts, whether 'inverted' or original flavour are
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Comfy sofas are good, red wine is good and radio three is good; what more do you want?
According to Chris' comment above I am definitely stage three, and I don't care. It would be nice if you and Leanne could come round one night, there can be food, wine, nice music and cultured discussion while drinking brandy by the open fire. It would be good to have everyone round like that, but the flat is small, so probably two at a time.
I have made the Edinburgh/Glasgow comparison about Liverpool. Although for me it was more of a practical thing, I don't like ghettos and don't think everyone from not so good areas is a criminal waster; but, for example, the night bus had to go through dodgy areas in order to get from the centre to where we lived in the suburbs and I think most people I know who got used it were assaulted at one time or another. That could just be Liverpool, though.
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You worry more than anyone else I know about your place in society and whatnot. You prescribe to the same incredibly crude sense of humour as Don, Matt, myself et al, but then when someone picks you up on it you worry INTENSELY that you're actually being a bad person. The mere fact that you worry that you're being ignorant and that you clearly don't actually believe all the daft things you say for lulz makes you not a snob. Liking red wine, nice food and sitting on the sofa a lot also does not make you a snob, it just gives you man-tits.
Unless we're talking about music, of course. Then you're the most baffling snob I've ever met ;-)
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