I honestly think that no one will understand at all why we bothered with Oasis in a small amount of time.
Dancing, drinking and screwing are what the middle class kids got to do in their copious spare time, I had to go to work after school.
Here's the version of the song from which the angriest bits have not been removed.
For me the song was always about a working class bloke trying to punch above his weight in circles that might have been considered ‘too good’ for him, and winging it weighed down by the dread of being rumbled and exposed
but Pulp was trying too hard and everyone knew a middle-class middle-child playing make-believe when they heard one.No. Cocker was the child of a solo mother in a working-class bit of Sheffield. A bright boy (very much in the Northern autodidact tradition), he narrowly missed out on a place reading English at Oxford, so stayed in Sheffield and went on the dole instead (it being the '80s and there being no jobs in an ex-steel town). His mother's now a Tory councilor. Like many things in Britain, it's a little more complex than it looks at first.
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Ironic? Not ironic? Post-irony?
posted by Madamina at 2:20 PM on November 11, 2010 [13 favorites]