My mum told me that her mother wouldn't let her brother Norman take the 11 plus. Not because he wouldn't have passed. She knew he would. But because she couldn't afford to send him to grammar school. Uniforms an all that. What a waste of talent.
We could barely afford grammar school after my dad died. Without free uniforms and school meals, we'd have been fucked. And my mum being incredibly good with money.
I'm proud to have been born working class. I had to work for everything I've achieved. Unlike the useless, privileged toffs. Who run the UK.
So happy I've escaped.