A neon, grey, diamante and hard-hitting autobiographical journey, which playfully explores and comments on working-class female identity, and how we both lose and reclaim ourselves through our lived experience of class.
Kelly is sick and tired of being told that now she is a PhD student she no longer reads as working class. She has learnt to talk the talk and walk the walk of class drag for middle-class people and spaces, to be heard and to be seen. No one takes a CHAV seriously.
Class is a lot more than an education.
Class is not cultural capital.
Class is a lived experience.
Class is an identity.
But on a night out, Kelly can be her true classy self: a dancing, foul-mouthed, garage girl from Kilburn.