Thanks- I guess that means she's still relevant then. Since some people like this kind of stuff:
Having seen the post here-
https://tattle.life/threads/olivia-neill-10-ketchup-peas-and-promoting-eds.25687/page-18 - from someone who (unfortunately for them) knew her in her schooldays, I was interested to see if there was any real justification for her ghastly snobby attitude. Turns out, as so often the case, not really. More like the kind of nouveau riche rotten mindset where people think being rude to waiters makes them seem "high class"... Her daddy's done OK- chartered accountant, director of some asset management companies- and her mum's dad was a merchant/ company director, and a (low-ranking) commissioned Army officer, but from how up herself she sounds you'd think she was a duke's granddaughter or something, and that's... very much not the case. All things considered, she balances out as "middle-middle-class". Her dad's dad worked (as a "manager" of a few different types over time) for a company that manufactures "camera and cine" lenses, and HIS father was basically working-class made good; educated in art locally and getting a scholarship to the Royal College of Art (so clearly he was pretty good, not taking that away from him!), becoming a film set designer and exhibiting some sculptures and landscapes. He was put in prison as a conscientious objector in World War I, but worked for the Camouflage Establishment in the second World War. As a young man, he was a patternmaker at a textile machine works, where his father was the timekeeper (apparently later, per his son's entry in "Who's Who in Art" 1929, he was a "printer"); his grandfather had also been a timekeeper, but at a machine shop (living in South Africa at one point, he was the messenger for the local magistrate, and as a young man was a "cooper", or maker of barrels, buckets, and other wooden containers), and all his children worked- at young ages, so education wasn't a priority/ luxury they could afford- as "worsted spinner/ cotton weaver" apart from one who was "doffer" (replaced the bobbins/ spindles; i.e. one of the more unpleasant child-labour type jobs; from Wikipedia- "The doffers were usually the sons of poor people, and were small and skinny ... As a rule they would go barefoot except at the coldest times of year") and two who were joiners (one an apprentice). HIS father was an innkeeper at Keighley in Yorkshire, later a small-scale farmer, with his children, again, being things like wool-sorters and otherwise engaged in the local industry. From there back, they're just a branch of a North Yorkshire family of small farmers. Nothing disreputable, of course, but certainly nothing to justify her being quite so snotty as she sounds.
Or sorry that happened 
