Paul (100)

I knew the other couple on the train would be joining us.  They’re exactly the sort of people Andrew would invite: well-dressed, French cigarettes and champagne. 

I shouldn’t be so hostile.  He’s Alison’s friend and Mona’s very charming.  What does she see it that dullard? 

He never says anything or nothing real anyway.  Instead, he obsesses about the class war.  Hypocrite!  All that downtrodden roots rubbish when his wife’s vowels shred glass and they live in a Georgian mansion block flat.  His hands never broke brick.  A tormented childhood spent labouring?  Just a fiction. 

Learn to deal with being middle-class.