Growing up in Chatham, I never really considered my class or upbringing. It was quite normal that in secondary school, most of the kids I knew didn’t want to go to university because they’d “end up in debt”, and that the arts were considered “a waste of time” because you’d never be able to pay off that debt with silly fantasies … Throughout various points in my life I was vaguely aware that there was a divide. I’d felt the tension on the 176 bus when surrounded by the grammar