Paul McCartney was always my favourite Beatle. Not only because of his superior songs, although Jet is better than any of John Lennon's solo output. But also because he never followed the absurd craze amongst arty types of "pretending not to be middle-class" (this is a middle-class home, whatever Mr Lennon's pretensions). Today, I've been … Continue reading A working class hero is nothing to pretend to be