"i realised we are in the same class...."

 reader class

Righty ho this has been in my drafts a little while.

Maybe six or seven years ago i listened in to some academics of the good old C2 stuff. Sorting people for the sales folks. Who is what class?

And it was in fact quite a good listen (maybe i can find the ref i am very methodical and on the same mission for many years)

oops wrong pic - the below one,  you have no idea how messed up my process is an actual Struggle unlike the REAL "FAKE" Norwegian's struggle merely cos the Dolly Birds of Radio 4 get all sweaty where it matters, just seeing his pic...

never mind interviewing him, where they always talk about, nothing..

All 3500 pages of nothing.

But struggling for some decades was to get here:

" i bet she chucked hers in the river.."

which is a splendid book, unusual for a YAnk, where one learns there is no "evil" and not really even goodies and baddies,  with obvious limits, as all guns are bad and can cause someone to get hurt... are only good, or only bad... 

and the 'baddies' have hearts too...

in fact its often a lot more complex...

(unusually superb film of it by the way - didnt ruin it at all in fact maybe added to it in certain ways)

Anyway back to that lovely visit, yes... well theres more to even that tale than i told..

One little matter the 30ish year old curator was offered for herself my large library...because she had at least read some Cusk...and intelligently riffed upon probably the only half decent so called English writer of this century.

But celebration! 

When one pops back in passing tghis July and is so esteemed one is up for telling the truth to the most dangerous creature in the world, a well esteemed English 55ish year old... (as one could tell by her posture)

" god i simply cannot believe what drivel...self pitying confected saccharine and fake vulnerability all of British literature has become at least the last twenty years... wheres the foreign bird section, please"

"SIR! ...  you MISSspoke... at least from the turn of the century..."

But of course try sharing the actual words of the actual bookloving finest real woman in the whole land... with some younger version of bookloving woman... and you are taken to be somehow insulting absolutelly all of what THEY know indeed more than microagressing massive attacking...  them personally

And i am very good at esteeming young women ...  who rightly deserve all the esteem assistance one can supply

as someone saw...

Anyway this class business. So i heard the C2 wonks speaking along the lines of "its changed...  really its not any more about whether you buy the 5 grand superplate or maybe even 10...  or make do with merely posing in some Sepotenber the first marque...  stuff ...where you can afford to holiday... and which bit of the train you sit on really almost all merged into one long dreary escalator... what actually delineates the classes now is...  the few elite upper ones who still read good books sometimes....  to even us marketeers we know they alone still have genuinely good minds...always...without a doubt the 21st C upper class.... the rest.. just suckers for whatever we brainwash them into thinking they are..."

But that's not what i meant..

There is another more subtle class distinction... thattoo...