I already edited once, the original post said Fords shit down, I donât know if that made it worse 
Whoâd aâ thought 40 years ago weâ be sitting here drinking chateau du chasseur?
Aye.
Themâs days youâd be glad to have the prize of a cup oâtea.
Aye. A cuppaâ cold tea.
Not milk or sugar!
Or teaâŚ
in a cracked cup and all.
We never had a cup. We used to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
Best we could manage was to suck on a piece oâdamp cloth.
But you now we were happy those days, but we were poor.
Because we were poor.
My old dad used to say to me: âMoney doesnât buy you happiness, son.â
He was right! I was happier then. We had nothing-- use to live in a tiny old, tumbled down house with great holes inâ err roof.
A house? You were lucky to have a house! We used to sleep in one room, 26 of us. And half the floor was missing. We were all huddled in one corner, for fear of falling.
You were lucky to have a room. We used to live in corridors.
OhâŚWe used to dream âa livinâ in a corridor. Wouldaâ been a palace for us. We used to live in an old watertank on top of a rubbish tip. Got Woked up every mornin by havin the lot of the rotten fish dumped all over us.
House? Why woulda say house? It were only a hole in the ground, covered by a couple foot o torn canvas. But they were house to us!
We were evicted from our hole in the ground. We had to go livin in lake.
You were lucky to have a lake.There were 150 of us, livin in shoebox at middle oâ motorway.
Cardboard box?
Nay.
Youâre lucky. We lived for three months in a rolled up newspaper in a septic tank. We used to hadta get up aâsix in the morning, clean da newspaper, eat a crusta stale bread, go to work down the mill, for a 14 hour day, week in week out for 6 cents a month, and when we got home, our dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt.
Luxury. We used to hafta get 'out the lake, 3 am, clean the lake, eat a handful 'o hot gravel, work 20 hours a day at mill, for a penny a month, and dad would beat us about the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky.
Well o course we had it tough. We used to have to get up outta shoebox, in middle of night, and lick the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked at mill for 24 hours for a penny a year, When we got home, our dad would slash it in two with bread-knife.
Right⌠I used to get up in the morning at night at half-past-ten at night, half an hour before I went to bed, Eat a lump of freezing cold poison, work 28 hours a day at mill, and pay da mill owner to let us work there. And when I went home our dad used to murder us in cold blood, each night, and dance about on our graves, singing hallelujah.
Yah, you try an tell the young people of today that, and they wonât believe youâŚ
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Look mate, if your father was a vet youâre not working class.
I wonder what sort of reaction Iâd get if I parked across the gap of a field next month and tell the silage contractors Iâm protesting against the price of milk?
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You come from a working class background but are middle class now. Were all afraid of the middle class label in Ireland. Itâs definitely a dirty word and I just picture it as lads in Paul Costello dunnes gear as biff says 
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My dad would have despised the far right a lot more than I do, because he was a good guy, liked to see the best in people and give them a chance.
I told you that I have no issue with the genuine protest, I dislike how the far right hijack all these things
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How the fuck am I middle class, is a schoolteacher middle class now?
They would wave and smile as the loading shovel picked you up and moved you out of the way. Legally by the way.
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Iâm in the Clare protestorsâ whatsapp group and itâs more or less what youâd expect, Facebook crackpots. To the extent that thereâs any broader recognition of issues at all itâs refugees, vaccines, muslims replacing us type of stuff.
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I would have thought it was 100pc a âmiddle classâ occupation by any metric that class is measured. I could be wrong.
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When was it not? A teacher could hardly be classified as working class. Maybe if you go back to the days of hedge schools.
You can only laugh at Trackie and Glas hereâŚ
A car mechanic or a plasterer who earns double what I do isnât automatically middle class but you get a teaching degree and youâre suddenly in?
Iâd be interested to know what others here earn,
I agree it is mad but thatâs the definition of it. You are proving my point here about the negative connotations it has when itâs fairly clearly defined and probably takes in the majority of Irish people at this stage.
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The scraggy wee shits
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We need to dig in now and back these protesters
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Itâs pretty meaningless in that case,
I have no savings and Iâm driving around in a banger,
And Iâm middle class, I dunno
Anyway carry on, itâs been hijacked by my class status
Amber in Tipp Town is out of fuel.
Shit just got real.
I agree with everything you are saying that was just a little aside on the term âmiddle classâ