Disgruntled of Hampstead Garden Suburb

Briefly resident* in a such a Burgerlich area, one suddenly feels a valued member of society. So after being caught up in some Rail Chaos (copyright Evening Standard) yesterday, involving being made 3 hours late by some 'engineering work at West Byfleet', I felt I was able, if I wanted, to write a complaining letter. For the first time I could be Disaffected of East Finchley! Disgusted of Temple Fortune! A sense that suddenly I was a member of the civitas infused me with a warm feeling of power. This, I realised, was what must keep these people going, through the traffic jams in their SUVs and packed in under someone's armpit on their way to Bank on the Northern Line.

*Well, am recently returned from my mum's in Southampton: was incidentally very gratified to find on googling the places wherein I was made wot i am, such as the sprawling 30s attempt at a garden council estate known as the 'Flower Roads', that one of the first hits was the Chavscum website- where genocide against the proletariat of Southampton was being advocated with much self-righteousness. That strange combination of irritation and entitlement that seems to pervade the Brit bourgeoisie.