I come from a place in England where we have a very thick accent and down in cosmopolitan London and the south in general I sound like a retard. When I first went to university it was stuffed with upper class posh people and British people will tell you that with the whole class thing over here they tend yo use their accent, background etc. as a social weapon, that their accent versus yours gives them a level of superiority over you and so on. Some of them are very nice people but the majority will be cliquy (sp) andpigeonhole you due to your accent.
Anyway I worked out the only way to beat these fuckers was to out-vocabulary them. To be able to express and articulate better than them, even in my crap accent. When you use it on them (not all of them, like I say some posh people are lovely) they look in disbelief like their dog started talking to them, but at the very least you can unsettle them and get on a level pegging or just continue to crush them if you feel like it.
By the time I left university I had it off to a fine art. And then my crap accent worked for me! I'd got a job with a bank and the human resources people heard me speak in my hideous foghorn backwards voice, realised they couldn't let this borderline retard near any of their posh customers and sent me off to the trading room with all the other savages, which worked out OK for me in the end.
As far as class goes, I actually got more of a class thing when I went to America, where you have a WASPy Ivy League clubbiness that's just like the British class system but with the added fact that you're a furriner. You can spot them easily, they all have a fucking initial for a name like N. Wilson Neueberger or George W. Bush. Imagine some fucker whose first name is N.

Anyway that got my chippy northerner gene going and worked out OK for me too.
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