We live in a time when soon, to be working class, will be a state to which we will aspire. The carefully crafted plans of elected, and unelected, politicians and economists across the globe are managing daily to reduce the working population, at least the paid working population as slaves will naturally continue to play an important role in the manufacturing business, trusting that the media moguls, footballers and coke dealers, who will be inheriting the earth ( the meek thing was a joke), will be able to keep the “out of work” multitude happy by giving a couple of them several million moneybits every month whilst keeping the others narcotised or screaming obscenities around a stadium wherein wealthy costumed dullards kick ten bells of shit out of each other. Therefore this little tome will be of huge use to the few of you who remain in the working class. One Charles Francatelli, chef to HRH Queen Victoria, had thoughtfully produced a cookery book for this class of people as early as 1852, but being Italian he hadn’t fully understood that “Working Class” was an ironic Victorian aphorism which was the cornerstone of the Empire. Those who did not work were for the most part wealthy, and those who did were not – so something we all recognise there. Luckily much of his writing is still relevant to today’s “Working Class” in waiting – laborandi te salutant.