Growing down

I have come across a quote from a most unexpected source that conveys the curious social transition that I underwent as a result of my move from Warminster, a small rural town in Wiltshire (one clothes shop, half a hospital, 127 churches, 2263 pubs), to Reading, a yuppie paradise and social climber's dream.

"All eyes turn as we enter, grinning like village idiots, hauling our Strongbow from the poly-bag to offer them round. No takers."

(from Boyracers by Alan Bissett)