I am also from a “working class background”. But because I mix primarily with what I shall, for convenience, refer to as “normal people”, I have never encountered anyone who told me I should not like Brahms and Telemann. Nor have I been confronted by anyone castigating me for my [liking? love? passion?] for such “non-Scottish” writers as William Shakespeare, Charles Dickens and Umberto Eco.

The problem, it seems to me, is not with your wholly unremarkable aesthetic tastes, but with the company you’re keeping.