09 Jan 2017_1 (An unfinished blog)

One of the things I have noticed is the amount of perfectly nice middle class people and their perfectly nice middle class children I’m aware of. This happens because of my triathlon and cyclocross adventures.

I live in the South-East of England and this is an ethnically, and socially diverse part of the world. And yet the people I meet are almost if not all white and middle class. I don’t want to be accused of labelling. If anything, I let the side down. And in several ways I feel a little uncomfortable.