"It's not that I have a problem with - that part is interesting," came the reply, "It's the affectation of a fake class consciousness, as dodgy as a Blur cockney accent. Those of us with proletarian roots might easily be deemed to have sold our birthright for a mess of potage/yes of patronage/finesse of dotage/caress of frottage anyway, certainly in terms of this arena. "Better for art historians than Anthony d'Offay" Michael Baldwin once said. But this Dandy as Coshboy/Andy as Doshboy stuff's all method acting. The classic vice of middle class radicalism is a fascination with the arse of the proletariat. In this society there's no point in being working class unless you're unionised and prepared to strike."

The speaker cast about herself, then carried on. "So much flirting with lumpeness...saying "cunt" is bollocks. And shitting in the vases of the Hermitage was never revolutionary. It was anti-social and insanitary. Those who do it should be made to recant and be re-educated".

The telly was turned up by a man in a crew necked jumper, possibly a fan of Sebastian Douglas who was prodding Terry Accent in the shoulder.