I know what it's like, Benedict Cumberbatch. When your name sounds like Snozzlebert Mugglewump, or is an abbreviation of Archibald, and everything about your bearing and hair suggests, accurately, that you went to public school, it is easy to feel, as you say you do in a Radio Times interview, that there's a lot of "posh-bashing that goes on". It's "so predictable, so domestic, so dumb": the weight of your good fortune hangs around your neck like a millstone. You feel justified in giving arch warnings that it's enough to drive a fellow to America. You feel misunderstood.