People assume that I'm an aristocrat, but I don't really feel part of any class.
I am hard-core middle class.
It is not that we have class prejudice, but only that we find comfort and ease in our own class. And normally there are plenty of people of our own class, or race, or religion to play, live, and eat with, and to marry.
Because I came from the working class, I still identify with them. I don't identify with the middle class.
I'm a working-class person, working with class.
I think we're a working man's band.
When you're a kid, you always feel you have this weird kindred-spirit thing with other Jews, until you get older and you realize it's just middle-class bourgeois Jews that sort of fit a template that your family fits into one way or another.
The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie.
I can tell you I'm pretty middle-class.
If you grow up on the good side of the tracks, you're going to belong to something over there. If you grow up on the bad side of the tracks, you're going to belong to something over there. It's not rocket science.
I still consider myself working class. I know my circumstances have changed dramatically since I was growing up back in Birkenhead.
