It resonates with me because it makes me think about my relationship with my mum (who incidentally is the person who got me into Frasier when she used to laugh at our long-suffering but well-booted protagonist every Friday night when I was a young teen).

Mum, who is very proudly working class, thinks I’m a total snob because I spend £2.90 on flat whites, enjoy eating olives and listen to Radio 4 in the morning. She also doesn’t understand why I chose journalism as a career instead of something “normal”. Oh and she thinks I’m a snowflake who takes things way too personally (which, yes, is true).

All that said, she always fully supports me – but this clash over our differing aspirations in life still leads to heated discussions. She is the Marty to my Frasier, and I suspect she thinks I am the dictionary definition of “millennial”.

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