If you are politically uncommitted, this book will steer you firmly towards the centre-right and support for the market economy. It's a naïve but venomous polemic written by a privileged young Oxford graduate, the son of middle class, publicly-funded, civil servants and lecturers, who is profoundly ignorant about the people he has chosen to champion - as others have pointed out, he draws far too wide a definition of `chavs'. Mr Jones invents chips to put on his shoulder. He is an intolerant Marxist, apparently sympathetic to violent revolution, who manipulates any old regurgitated, pressure-group-filtered factoid to support his diatribe. Many of his assertions are unsourced and all are selective. A self-confessed class-warrior, he falsely chastises others for being just that. He rails against the laws of economics like Canute against the tide: at least Canute knew that the tide would swamp him. He would like to persuade us that `Thatcher' (boo, hiss!) deliberately set out to deindustrialise Britain for no other purpose than to victimise the working class - she did neither. It's all a wicked plot by the stinking rich! He blames `the ruinous economic policies of successive governments', for example, for the demise of the car industry, carefully overlooking that it was the unions that destroyed British Leyland and that Britain now exports record numbers of cars. No solution is offered to any problem except, perhaps, a general Soviet-style levelling down. This book is a worthless rant.