During my time at the Marley Tile Company, I met a very pleasant man, by the name of John Himbury. He came from South Wales, where he had been a keen rugby player. He was now living in Sevenoaks, Kent, which is very much in London’s commuter belt and, it has to be said, a rather snobbish area.
After settling in to his new home and employment John joined the local rugby club. After playing a few games he was beginning to make a name for himself, so much so that his new team-mates began to take an interest in him. He came in to work one Monday morning bursting with a mixture of amusement and indignation and related the following. After the match on the Saturday, one of the players approached him, saying “I say, old chap, you played a good game today. Tell me, where have you played before?” John replied “Oh, at home, in South Wales”. His interrogator thought for a moment, before saying “Ah, yes, South Wales” and then, conspiratorially, “Of course, a different class of chappie plays the game down there!”