oi oi oi, the working clARSE

hello, does anyone remember a good documentary about skinheads called 'world of skinhead'? it was made ooh, about 12-13 years ago or so. if you haven't seen it find a copy because its a good 90 minutes about American and European skinheads, both political (left and right) and non political ones also.
but the films quality isn't the reason I'm writing this, no, the reason I'm writing this is because there has always been one bloke that was interviewed that has stuck in my memory, and that was a 'droog' in his blindingly white shirt and jeans sitting in a park with a bottle of cheap wine hidden in a brown paper bag talking about being a skinhead and what it means, what stuck out from this mans personal manifesto was when he said "its about being proud of my working class roots and culture". the reason i remembered it so well was because at the time i was working on a market stall and had to start work at any time from 4am onwards, i had to pull a stall weighing a quarter of a tonne that was over a hundred years old and rickety across a pocked marked road and then unload a lorry filled with 4 tonnes of fruit and after that stand for 12 hours at the stall, then repeat the whole process by putting it all away at night, i was known to have fallen asleep in the pub after drinking only half a pint, and i wasn't the only one. i had no pride in my toil ,it was akin to building a fucking pyramid! but much colder and wet for most of the year.
what made me remember the 'droogies' words again happened last week when i was digging out two foot of hard compacted human shit and lard out of a drain and i then had to lay on my side and try to unblock the compacted shit from the two feet down drain pipe with my naked hands almost shoulder deep in a liquid full of sweetcorn- gross! (the plumbers gloves didn't afford any grip), and i got splashed in the face with it, after, i could smell pooh up my nostrils for days and i was ill for a week (i still had to go back next week for more).
but during my 'excavations' as i lay there feeling the shit cramming under my finger nails i wondered if the 'droog' would admit to being so fucking proud if he was in my place because i see no reason for pride in dragging human shit out of a pipe with your bare hands. probably he had a 'nice' working class job like...? or he was one of those people who was able to turn his hobby into a job. working class pride? my arse, well the offerings of other peoples arses to be more precise.