Life in a military community bears all of this out to a nicety. Social evenings for officers and their wives were de rigueur and at one 'fork supper' (sic) a senior officer's wife, circulating with her plate + fork approached me and asked me if I 'wokked'. I deduced she meant did I work, so I said that I did. She launched into a monologue about what a vital job teaching is, and when I pointed out that I didn't but was a school secretary, I could see her searching her grey cells to see if this was possibly acceptable in officer circles or not. She then murmured "how interesting" then swept off to her next victim. Obviously I hadn't passed muster!

Wow, I’ve never heard of this show. Where can I find full episodes??

Is it still only 20 pound to get to Gatwick?

I've never seen that sketch before and didn't make me laugh only because I found it so thought provoking----and have been in similar situations amongst professional people where I had to explain I drove a forklift for a living---the British class structure eh----?.

I like the guy in the green shirt at the end of the table, who is totally speechless.

My stuff is all over the place too. M.

What it is, right ...

I remember telling some bloke that my wife is the breadwinner and he literally had a stroke

was this meant to be funny?

As a "useless" working class man that's been married to a successful, middle class women for 15 years I have been in this exact situation many, many times. The blank faces when you say what you do (look after 2 kids) is the most mortifying thing. That, and the moment the stuck up cunts walk away to find someone that is more "their type of person". I've lost count of the number of times i've heard middle class wankers spout nonsensical bullshit around a dinner table.

You shouldn't be proud of your mediocrity

We used to go to wine bars and when chatting up girls, we would say we were milkmen and that our dads were in prison for bank robbery. What a hoot.

I was at a rather posh dinner event and sat there listening to them all hooting on about their middle class carry on. Then, I don't know why, they all started to really viciously slag off binmen. I had been sat there saying nothing and one of them turned to me and asked me what I did for a living. I told them that I had been driving a dustcart for Veolia in the Medway towns for over five years and carried on eating. The conversation died and did not resuscitate for a full minute. It was one of the most enjoyable dinners I have ever had after that.

When dancing once,and was chatting to a woman,and told her I was a tube driver,she made a face ans walked away....silly cow! I am married now,and my wife and I are,enjoying my big pension!

I learnt long ago never to judge anyone by their job (unless it's something that actually involves cruelty, like bull -fighting- torturing), but then, considering the type of people who have become president of the US over the years, everyone should have learnt that lesson by now.

I love how he's brought his leaflet bag with him to dinner 😂

Gatwick for £20. Always a winner.

Fantastic wigs as usual!

It's kicking off

This is brilliant. The rich editor has married leaflet guy because he's industrious, successful, pulled himself out of the gutter, a successful salesman who can turn any negative criticism into a business opportunity. She can see he is more genuine and has more potential than her spoonfed pretentious friends. With a little more encouragement and experience he'll leave them all in the dust.

Should do a new series, brilliant comedy 😂

I thought she was going to turn around and say "because he's got a massive cock"

A lot of people are job snobs

"The only time you should look down at someone is when you are helping them up." Jesse Jackson

What are they eating, armadillo 😂 or artichokes?

Absolutely epitomises the dwindling London middle classes desperately holding on to their status as it all crumbles around them.

Working hard always wins

Status snobs are the same the world over.

Brilliant 😂

I love the fact that he was deriding the leaflet dropper but then he actually took his leaflet! Its like "Really?? Can you not see the irony??" 😂

I run a street based entertainment team consisting of 6 women, mainly geared toward out of town businessmen. The rates are pretty much standard, however specialist services can be arranged for a premium. I like to give my clients full confidence in the services of my firm, so I dress in the appropriate clothing- purple zoot suit, platform shoes and peacock feather in my hat.

I love the cursory glances around to check there’s no, you know, tenured academics milling about.

I like the Gatwick for 20 pounds comment at the end. That puts it in true perspective. All work has value.

Brilliant but that ending..?!

WTF are they eating?

I knew a guy who when he was talking to women in a bar and was asked "What do you do?" He would say "Rocket 🚀Scientist, or Politician! ". This was because he felt they were just asking how much he earnt. And judging him.

I used to get rid of unwanted male attention by telling guys I was a taxidermist or an embalmer. I’d only discuss what I actually do with a few people/ guys on this horrible planet.

I love this show ❤

A politician

I was expecting the punch line to be about his massive cock

You're hired.

Lol. The artichokes! 😂

I used to work for N******** College. His paper would have been a pass, even if written by a third party. M.

Tony Gardner's in the clip; brilliant as the Valuxian shape-shifter Brian Johnson in 'My Parents Are Aliens'!

As an autistic man I can completely relate😂

It's funny because delivering leaflets isn't usually considered to be a good job.

Sounds like dinner with the royal family 'and what do you do?' So i can assign you a place in the social hierarchy pecking order' Snobs.

SHE SHOULD HAVE SAID HES GOT A BIG NOB

it's brilliant innit!

Does remind me of the Man Stroke Woman sketch where they ask him about what he'd do if there was a fire and he replies saying he'd jump over the table, use the lift to get out of the building, look for his phone and ipod, go home, wouldn't tell anyone about it and be chuffed if he got a day off out of it.