Translation provided: I like a Charlie big ham Bigham, me (and I can afford it).
£8.99 for a ready meal lasagne is full baller territory.
Jack’s adventures in ‘classical’ music really betray the instability her constant lies about her background have created. She can only just ‘pick out’ single notes: the poor mite has such a good ear and latent vocal talent, you see, but this was never nurtured (she was too busy doing ballet and riding horses...).
But in listening to Classic FM and indeed owning a piano with weighted keys, she is clearly middle class - I used to go to conservatoire Saturday school and I still hid that I liked classical music from all of my mates because they would have taken. the. piss. (Also got gifted my
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instrument
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which was then held over my head like a sword of Damocles by school who expected me to pop up as a performing monkey for every function they had - not complaining but just saying that we poor turds don’t own the instruments).
Radio 3 is where all the good classical shit is at. Classic FM is repetitive, crowd-pleasing wank, but that’s Jack’s schtick, too. Also I have a few session musician friends and they all told me that Bocelli is a MASSIVE COCK. Takes one to copy one, eh, Jackie?