I can trump all of their [pikey] indicators by my ownership of a drop-side tipper. My most recent trip to the scrap merchant in it was to weigh-in the frame of a piano I smashed up, the keys make surprisingly good kindling. During a friend's visit to our urban-fringe home, I broke off during conversation to shoot a particularly cheeky rat in the garden. I try to live my life as a combination of The Beverly Hillbillies, The Wacky Races and QI, I can't really understand why people do otherwise.
