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From: Dave Death Category: Art Date: 30 April 2007 Time: 05:32 AM Review: My favourite journalist returns in yesterday's Sunday Times: "Sebastian Cresswell-Turner says he and his professional friends are the nouveau poor – a frighteningly downwardly mobile class" http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/the_way_we_live/article1719509.ece? print=yes The article is accompanied by a picture of the rectory where he grew up (but hang on a minute - his father bought it in 1967? Hardly the done thing, having to buy ones own abode!). A worse fate still has befallen SBC. We see him pictured in the room he rents in Hammersmith. Wearing a suit, sitting on a staffroom-style semi-comfortable chair in front of unpacked boxes, with two jackets hanging from a gilt-edged mirror, he creates the desired impression of the well-bred down-at-heel gentleman living a transitory and itinerant existence, keeping his dignity in impoverished circumstances. The poro SBC finds himself under attack here: "The suspiciously named “Sebastian Cresswell-Turner” complains at length that his middle-class peers aren’t as rich as members of their parents’ generation and have to do shocking things like live in Battersea or send their children to state schools." http://www.pootergeek.com/?p=2849 I hope he will ignore criticism from the rabble; I think his article made very good points. I see in him echoes of myself - his love of Italy, his sense of financial underachievement, the way he defines himself by his writing, despite not having written much, since he can find no place in the world of business; and his feeling that he is outside of class structures, having a prince's education and a pauper's income. Do say hello, SBC, if you read this.