A 1970s graffito found in greasy spoons and railway station canteen bathrooms. Somebody can probably add an insightful writeup into how this piece of satire demonstrates the fine line that middle-class pseudo-radicals walk, but I think it, like all good slogans, speaks for itself.

"'Money maketh man a Tory,'
Don't fire that assumption at me--
I like toast as much as anyone
But not for breakfast, dinner, and tea."

I have to admit I had no idea why a socialist such as ol' Billy would rant about toast, so thanks fondue!