The British class system as we know it is dying. Where once people could identify themselves with absolute certainty as upper-, middle-, or working-class, now everyone has squished together to form a woolly central nebula.

Local pubs, once the epicenter of working-class communities, are closing in droves. Flat-screen TVs and smartphones, once symbols of an upper-middle-class elite, have become the norm. You can’t judge people on where they shop, because everyone, regardless of upbringing, has figured out how cheap Home Depot is. Even the old fail-safe of listening to how someone refers to an evening meal (“supper” is upper-class; “tea” is working-class) doesn’t work anymore, because everyone increasingly just calls it “dinner.”