I've seen him before. An older man, from another space-time when work and the rest of life remained distinctly separate, even for those for whom poverty forced to labour long and broken hours.
I come from these lines, the labouring masses. My people, on the whole, were working people. Cooks, waiters, clerks, typists, and a dancing girl, my English great-grandmother. Was this code for a prostitute I wondered, but my Pommie brother who's delved deep into working class culture tells me it could simply mean that she was a dancing girl.