There is a story going round that Prince Harry's friends found it hilarious that Carole Middleton, the mother of the oh see near the crown, Duchess of Cambridge, when they heard that shee actually kept her tomatoes in the fridge. So what had them falling about with laughter? Well, that they might have found
an arriviste in their midst, yea a parvenu, someone who had been found out who was aspiring to be one
of 'us' but actually wasn't
Class snobbery depends on collusion and in England it is the upper and lower middle classes who form the firmest alliance. The social aspirations of the English lower middle class are finely calibrated In England there is a pride in knowing your place and respecting your 'betters'
In the UK John Vincent said Margaret Thatcher was ‘the point at which all snobberies meet’, for she represented the compacted prejudices of the nation. The dislike she aroused was couched in terms of condescension that had nothing to do with policy. Mary Warnock objected to her clothes, her Oxford tutor Dorothy Hodgkin famously brushed her off as ‘a perfectly good second-class chemist.
albeit with the deflationary qualifier that it had been traced only ‘by himself’.
However as you try to keep up the UK smart set has already shot past in the opposite direction. At the peak of his heroic social climbing a UK grandee Jeffrey Archer’s annual Christmas party invited politicians and film stars to tuck into 'shepherd’s pie'. The Ivy (a very fashionable London restaurant) prides itself on its 'fish pie' it takes the confidence of an aristocrat to carry off such simplicity.
So in the snob race, if you want to keep up with 'them' you will find 'they' are always one step ahead,
because 'they' don't you to be one of 'them'.