'Rough round the edges' and other ways middle class people describe working class areas

UNSURE if you’ve accidentally stumbled into a working class area? If a middle class person describes it as any of these, the answer is yes:

‘Rough round the edges’

An understated way of saying somewhere is repellent without explicitly mentioning that it’s the local residents who make it undesirable. Like-minded snobs will be able to read between the lines and give a snide nod of agreement.

‘Not really our type of place’

Typically vague to avoid offending anyone within earshot. However the disdainful ambiguity alone will make it obvious to any middle class person with their head screwed on that they shouldn’t even drive through somewhere like this.

‘Do you think it’s safe?’

Far from saying that an area might be dangerous to visit due to a potential knife attack, this phrase means that it might not be safe for you to speak loudly in your expensively-cultivated accent and feel completely comfortable.

‘Isn’t there a Poundland there?’

As if the absence of a Waitrose wasn’t frightening enough, if a middle class person mentions that there’s a Poundland in the area, it’s a clear sign they’d rather give up their French holiday home than drop in for a visit.

Puff out their cheeks and shake their head

Sometimes there’s no need to say anything. This gesture alone conjures up images of England flags, tattoos, tradesmen and God knows what else. Nobody with a Volvo in their driveway would dare go near it.

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Man forced to find new local shop after painful small talk incident

A MAN who endured agonising small talk with the cashier at his local shop has been forced to find a new place to buy essentials.

Julian Cook only wanted a pint of milk from his local corner shop but found himself locked in a conversation about the news, football and whether there were ‘enough hours in the day’.

He said: “I did everything I could to avoid getting trapped in an awkward chat about nothing. I was frowning, had my headphones in, and I wasn’t making eye contact with anyone.

“But then I got to the checkout and the woman serving me asked how I was. Everything spiralled out of control from there. Before I knew what was going on I was agreeing that it had been ‘a bit too muggy’ lately.

“Soon we’d discussed our weekend plans, how well Team GB is doing in the Olympics, and whether we’d be able to go abroad this summer. The whole thing was a horrific nightmare.”

Cook, who has already begun hunting for a new shop with unfriendly and monosyllabic staff, added: “I can’t ever go back there. How can I shop in peace knowing that someone could strike up a conversation with me at any given moment?”

Cashier Donna Sheridan said: “He paid for his sodding pint of milk with a handful of coppers. I deliberately chat to people like that so they piss off and never return.”