So it's true then. The world is now middle class. Or at least this corner of the world is. Britain. Or rather England. Actually, Class of 2004/05, a guidebook for people spotters, courtesy of The Fish Can Sing, feels terribly South-East. The basic thesis just about rings true - over the past decade or so, the middle classes have absorbed all but unreconstructed toffs at the top end and chavs at the bottom. But here's the rub. The middle classes are so desperate not to be seen as middle class they decline to look and act like Margot and Jerry from The Good Life and have fragmented into self-conscious, discretely identifiable groupings.
You are defined now by taste rather than background or education, you are insecure and mistrust authority even if you are nominally part of the Establishment and eat occasionally at Pizza Express.
The future's bright, the future's: Er, middle class, actually
According to: Those clever people at The Fish Can Sing
Find out which tribe you belong to at: www.theclassof2004.co.uk