Jodie Marsh is irritating isn’t she? She featured heavily on Prescott: The Class System And Me (BBC Two, Monday, 3 November, 9pm) and confirmed everything I ever thought of her: She has a brain but we seldom see it. Sadly for Jodie, it seems she only allows us to see the guttersnipe side of her, as well as more than a pound of flesh, which belies how erudite she really is. Chatting to John Prescott in this wonderfully fluffy show, she was more than able to get her point across, more than able to give Prescott food for thought… which is considerably different from the other food which frequented each shot of this series…

Related: Prescott: The Class System And Me Part One

There’s no doubt that John Prescott sees himself as a working class lad living in a middle class life. This, to many, is an oxymoron. Surely, the life you lead determines your class? Right? I’m not so sure. Class, for me, has little to do with income. I ended up in quite a heated debate over the weekend (dressed up as a zombie, to add to the surrealism) in a beer garden (y’know, the place where beer flowers grow all in a row, row, row?) about class, and we got absolutely nowhere.

Class he not only near impossible to judge, but it’s near impossible to convey. The trickiest of all the classes to nail is the middle class. However, it was Jodie Marsh who got as close as anyone, which again, infuriated me. I’m not one of these people who slags her for the way she looks, only for her choices. She’s in such a position now that she doesn’t have to lower herself with kiss ‘n’ tells and bitch-fests with other models. She’s clearly a very smart girl and it’s great to see it. So what did she say?

Well, in essence, her view of the class system is that it was once defined thus: The working classes were the workers, the middle classes were the bosses of the working classes, but without real power. The upper classes had all the workers and all the power. Something like that anyway. However, she then admitted that she has no idea how these things work now because she’s out of the loop. She’s too famous to really know what is happening on the ground level. It’s rare that we get such honesty on the box.

Prescott, over the dinner (which was immortalised in a load of ugly headlines in rubbish newspapers) was softened and opened up. He clearly enjoyed having someone who, in a way, had gone on a similar path as he. This led Prezza, at the close of the show to stop beating himself up about his material possessions, which is a good thing.

You see, if you come from a working class background and break this imagined rank, then the burden of what you achieve can turn into a chip on your shoulder. The middle classes tend to be rather apologetic about the fact they’ve had it a little easier in certain respects and the upper classes… well they’re their own breed aren’t they? God knows how they work. What Prescott discovered is that, shock horror, the middle classes aren’t a bunch of spoiled gits, but rather, usually a bunch of people who realise that they’ve been fortunate, but have to work hard to get where they want to be too. In fact, you could probably argue that they have to work that little bit harder to prove that they didn’t get it all on a plate from the sniping chattering classes where I reside.

Thankfully, the class debate rumbles on at the close of this programme as it offered very little in the way of answers. However, I don’t think that was the point of the show. I’m glad the debate can rumble on as I think it’s one of the most interesting things to get talking about, as virtually everyone has a different take on it, none of them wrong. As for the show, it was an exercise in fun and daft TV, designed to be chewed and spat out like bubblegum…

…but by god, Prescott is always eating isn’t he?