Gardening can be done in a middle-class way. Hyacinth Bucket next door gardens in a floaty kaftan and straw hat. The carries a pretty little wicker trug and prunes the sweet peas with her pinkie out ( finger that is!) Her husband does anything involving soil or tools.
Can anybody explain what middle-class is please? I was given a trip to Chelsea once and a visit to Harry Potter World, I enjoyed them both but didn't expect them to relate to real life.
I used to take my daughter to the RA Summer exhibition and enjoyed the pompous overheard critiques as much as the exhibits but also met some lovely, genuine people with interesting views. I remember being told some time ago not to buy an outfit from M&S for Ascot as it would be embarrassing to see myself coming toward me. My friend said just compliment them on their good taste! It takes all sorts.
Mr Parr clearly has no affinity for plants, loves to view people and watches too much Midsomer Murders and Keeping Up Appearances maybe. He is good at what he does but maybe lets his own views colour his work? (Is Monty middle-class? Do I need to get a dog to aspire? Please say I can still shop at M&S and be accepted.)
"The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it." Sir Terry Pratchett
Class is such a nebulous thing nowadays ... once upon a time it scarcely mattered how much money you had or didn't have, as long as you'd been born into the right family ... now it's almost the reverse.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
OMG the years just rolled away! Thank you Pansyface! Although I hope we have moved on from there, I'm not sure it's that simple, if it ever was. And Dove you were right to chide me, he is an artist and should express himself.
"The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it." Sir Terry Pratchett
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Hyacinth Bucket next door gardens in a floaty kaftan and straw hat. The carries a pretty little wicker trug and prunes the sweet peas with her pinkie out ( finger that is!)
Her husband does anything involving soil or tools.
I used to take my daughter to the RA Summer exhibition and enjoyed the pompous overheard critiques as much as the exhibits but also met some lovely, genuine people with interesting views. I remember being told some time ago not to buy an outfit from M&S for Ascot as it would be embarrassing to see myself coming toward me. My friend said just compliment them on their good taste! It takes all sorts.
Mr Parr clearly has no affinity for plants, loves to view people and watches too much Midsomer Murders and Keeping Up Appearances maybe. He is good at what he does but maybe lets his own views colour his work? (Is Monty middle-class? Do I need to get a dog to aspire? Please say I can still shop at M&S and be accepted.)
I don't think it's all about money, class or taste but the appearance of having it.
Class is such a nebulous thing nowadays ... once upon a time it scarcely mattered how much money you had or didn't have, as long as you'd been born into the right family ... now it's almost the reverse.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
They have loadsamoney, but have they got class?