"Since I was born into The Royle Family, or one very like it, I've always found Caroline Aherne's brilliantly observed sitcom a bit difficult to watch." A touching column by Vicki Woods on her journey from Lancashire to glossy mag land. Although I'm not from up north, I have exactly the same problem with the Royles. I can see it's an inspired piece of work, yet somehow the comedy is all too close to home. As Woods says, class remains a very awkward subject to raise among media people. You're never too far away from sounding like a Yorkshireman bragging about a handful of gravel:
If you find yourself slotted into the middle classes because you've climbed there yourself, rather than being born there, you're always super-aware of class. Even though it's so boringly unfashionable even to mention it now.
I always assumed that feeling would fade away when I hit 30. But it's still there, still nagging. Only you mustn't keep going on about it.