Poshness sucks
I myself am from Kent, not a very posh bit I must admit, but I can speak posh if I wants to.

But anyway, the poshest person I've ever met is the leader of the the County Council at work, I installed his pc for him in his wood panelled office which even had a fireplace FFS! With a portrait of some guy on a horse surrounded by dogs and dead foxes or somethin. I think the painting was of himself but this thing was like 12 feet tall and 4 foot wide, seriously large! So surrounded by leather bound tomes of old council bollocks i trundled in with me trolley with his new pc, and said in my best estuary english:

(phonetic for you pedants)

"Awight maate, ha ya doin?"

to which he said:

"Excuse me!"

So I said:
"Awight maate! wherdya want the computer to go then"

He looked angry that a commoner was in his office so he just pointed to the desk and went out.


How I laughed as I wiped my schlong round his coffe mug.
(Jimmy Large Is huffing Jenkem on, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 10:42, Reply)