Why don’t you go read the book yourself and report back? We can reconvene this discussion then.
Which reminds me, I never did read Down and Out in Paris and London.
I did not say anything about who chooses....my point is more about the signifiers of class. You said yourself, you have not read The Road to Wigan Pier, it's a good read and it's from where the basis of my ideas and views on class where formed. Maybe I have not explained myself...
You're not understanding the point. It will take quite a stretch of most people's imagination to believe that JRM has working class beliefs, values and traditions.
We will have to agree to disagree. My values, beliefs and traditions are working class. Having a manbag and enjoying a nice meal does not change this. As Nicky Wire said, being working class is not about eating sausage and chips every day.
I remember those two shops, as well as the off-license, which completed the trio. Jayne's was a classic sweet shop with jars and jars or sweets on shelves behind one of the counters...a 'quarter' of crispets was a favourite of mine ...purchased with dinner money.
Happy days!
As a child, burgers and fizzy drinks were treats. We never had fizzy drinks in the fridge and my parents elevated the burger to something akin to a steak, only to be had occasionally or at the Wimpy.
I have always agreed with the George Orwell idea that class is based more on your values, beliefs and traditions than wealth. With this in mind I have always felt I’m working class.
My “made it” moment was when I moved to Camden and was able to walk home from the Kentish Town Forum after a gig. It wasn’t a moment of feeling wealthy, more a moment that something which was important to me had come together.