Final Analysis
Feb 18, 2020
2 minutes
didn’t become fully class conscious until I left my working-class home town of Weymouth in 1990 to study under the bright lights of Bournemouth, 30 miles east along the Dorset coast. There I met double-barrelled Digby and his chum Cholmondley. They opened my eyes to a world of privilege I was previously unaware of. I was captivated and
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