"I operate an advertisement distribution company for shops throughout the city. Before then, I ran a freelance operation repairing, recycling and refurbishing things"
Its at dinner parties like this where I like to steer the conversation towards literature. Just so that when they inevitably ask me what I am reading at the moment I can say 'Hargreaves' "Ohhh Hargreaves... would I know any of his works"? They ask, I say well Mr Bump is perhaps his finest work... they laugh politely the pretentious fools, because everybody knows that Mr Tickle was his finest hour!
Excellent, I must try that. As an aside, I do enjoy the vivid interpolations of Eric Hill and his mastery of prosaic verse. A very influential and successful author of international acclaim. Though if I were asked to single out a title I think I would be hard pressed to do so, though his early works do tend to be my favourites.
@@MrOdsplut That is very kind of you to say. But I am not as dull as you think! For example only yesterday I ran with scissors... and the day before that I recharged a battery that was clearly marked 'DO NOT RECHARGE!' Stay safe during the madness mon ami.
You know very well that no one is really interested in The Mr. Men books. So if they do show an "Interest" you can tell them to shove it where the sun don't shine.
Most people's literary habits I find have a consistent and if you'll allow me, almost hubristic tendancy either to shun or belittle that which I consider to be the greatest of all works by the spendid R. Hargreaves. Mr. Strong. Give it a go. It's a bloody good read. I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I am very, very drunk!
@@franklettering The two aren't really comparable. The guy in the sketch has no shame about having a mundane job, isn't hurting anybody and generally has nothing to be ashamed of. Brexiteers see themselves as heroes, having freed the country, despite evidence to the contrary, blinded by ideology and right-wing propaganda
I was at a rather posh dinner event and sat there listening to them all hooting on about their middle class carry on. Then, I don't know why, they all started to really viciously slag off binmen. I had been sat there saying nothing and one of them turned to me and asked me what I did for a living. I told them that I had been driving a dustcart for Veolia in the Medway towns for over five years and carried on eating. The conversation died and did not resuscitate for a full minute. It was one of the most enjoyable dinners I have ever had after that.
@@TheMusicalElitist Thank you. They spent the following two hours trying to 'relate to the working class person'. Their grandparents would have face-palmed. My best wishes to you.
If this were real, he's clearly not a worthless sponger leaflet distribution involves getting off your ass and getting those leaflets posted (dumping them and pretending would not be viable, long term). And surviving by scavenging is a reality for some people. He'd actually likely be the hardest working person at that dinner, were it real
I used to have what some thought of as a "glamorous" job and so people would falsely give me a higher "status". When I got too seriously disabled to work I would still encounter some of these types of people and when they asked me what I did (which was usually their first question) I'd reply, "I'm a sponger'. It was great fun to see them trying to process it.
Because you think disabled people on benefits are just that? How sad, not just that you denigrate yourself but that you perpetuate the vile concept of other disabled people being "spongers". How nasty.
Sponger is a real job. Or at least it used to be. In pottery manufacturing when items were made in a mould, they would have a seam around them where the two parts of the mould had met. A fettled would use a knife to remove the excess clay, then a sponger would smooth out the surface with a wet sponge.
@@Benjiesbeenbetter. Wow! Some pottery is decorated by applying paint with a sponge as well....though they wouldn't be called spongers. Thanks for the info!
its kind of a nice commentary on the value of authenticity in being likeable. the way his intelligent, powerful and beautiful wife watches him adoringly as he takes pride in his basic, menial labour job is quite sweet.
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She's maintaining him as a body double for one of her clients who might need to drop off the grid and leave a corpse with matching dental records behind.
I used to get rid of unwanted male attention by telling guys I was a taxidermist or an embalmer. I’d only discuss what I actually do with a few people/ guys on this horrible planet.
I run a street based entertainment team consisting of 6 women, mainly geared toward out of town businessmen. The rates are pretty much standard, however specialist services can be arranged for a premium. I like to give my clients full confidence in the services of my firm, so I dress in the appropriate clothing- purple zoot suit, platform shoes and peacock feather in my hat.
gietek been there done that...new family in the village moved up from London, invited various sets of parents from the school gates to a dinner party without vetting them first. As the only sales rep around the table, we had to do a sharp exit when it became obvious neither I nor the wife were on a large 6 figure salary. You just have to console yourself with the fact that if they were real London noises, they'd be in Radlett, not Yardley Hastings
@@owenbevt3 I had to go to a wedding once when I was pregnant, never again, weddings are fucking boring, that's why they put bottles of wine on all the tables.
Sarah Alexander's always been a grade A minx. Peter Serafinowicz and that ancient actor bloke she was boffing previously are two of the luckiest men in the world
I learnt long ago never to judge anyone by their job (unless it's something that actually involves cruelty, like bull -fighting- torturing), but then, considering the type of people who have become president of the US over the years, everyone should have learnt that lesson by now.
foreign students, especially from totalitarian countries (cough, china, cough) leave dumpsters literally filled with untouched Gucci, Supreme, high cost clothing at the end of the uni year in the best student apartments in the city. it's amazing what people brought up in privilege think is normal.
I love kerb side collection week in Australia. Neighbour put out a new looking "broken" dryer and withinin the day I had it inside, fixed, running and sold. Bloody cheering.
I knew a guy who when he was talking to women in a bar and was asked "What do you do?" He would say "Rocket 🚀Scientist, or Politician! ". This was because he felt they were just asking how much he earnt. And judging him.
I've never seen that sketch before and didn't make me laugh only because I found it so thought provoking----and have been in similar situations amongst professional people where I had to explain I drove a forklift for a living---the British class structure eh----?.
When I was coal mining , I used to tell the ladies that I was an " mineral extraction engineer" It gave it away when I offered her a pinch of snuff and accidentally spat my chewing tobacco on her sling- backs lol
As a "useless" working class man that's been married to a successful, middle class women for 15 years I have been in this exact situation many, many times. The blank faces when you say what you do (look after 2 kids) is the most mortifying thing. That, and the moment the stuck up cunts walk away to find someone that is more "their type of person". I've lost count of the number of times i've heard middle class wankers spout nonsensical bullshit around a dinner table.
When dancing once,and was chatting to a woman,and told her I was a tube driver,she made a face ans walked away....silly cow! I am married now,and my wife and I are,enjoying my big pension!
This is brilliant. The rich editor has married leaflet guy because he's industrious, successful, pulled himself out of the gutter, a successful salesman who can turn any negative criticism into a business opportunity. She can see he is more genuine and has more potential than her spoonfed pretentious friends. With a little more encouragement and experience he'll leave them all in the dust.
The old man was Italian and grew up during WW2, food was scarce and when they could get artichokes, they would often roast them in the oven and eat them like this. When I was a kid, he would often make these as an appetizer, they were *not* appetizing though I think this is just a case of a bunch of pretentious toffs trying to act cultured and world travelled like how they eat toasted bread and dip it olive oil
Not sure. I mean the comedy comes from him seeming to be the only genuine guy at the dinner party (with pretty much everyone else who opens their mouth being a smug tw*t) and also from his naivete in showing off about his job at a party like that. Is it that Americans wouldn't get it because they'd side with the other guests? (Obviously a generalisation, just wondered though, and I'm not American).
@@weswheel4834 The British viewer will immediately be struck by the class differences afoot here, which is potentially a source of embarrassment (and humour). Americans might not even perceive there is a class difference here, and thus mightn't see what is painful or funny here.
I knew I recognised the hotty female from somewhere... I just watched the whole series of Love / Hate again recently... It's the lady who plays Nige's wife..
