I still consider myself working class. I know my circumstances have changed dramatically since I was growing up back in Birkenhead.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My sympathies have always been for working-class people.
I still consider myself a working-class girl and would send my kids to public school.
I'm working class. Not because my family have always been skint or because I'm from the grim north, but because I am from a class of people who believe in work. In paying their way.
I don't think you can get any more working class than me. Everyone seems posh to me.
While unions did not play a part in my family life when I was being brought up, my early years were most certainly spent in a working-class community.
When I retired from active duty, I still felt that I owed something to my community. That's why I pursued education... I still miss the classroom and recall those days fondly.
Class is something I know about. I've lived it every day of my life, and it shaped me in my identity.
I am from the working class. I am now what I was then. No amount of balsamic vinegar and Prada handbags could make me forget what it was like to be poor.
Am I allowed to call myself working-class now? Because obviously I'm now very rich.
I never considered the working class anything other than something to get out of.