I work in a post office/general store thing
and we have a customer called Mrs Villiers. she is a lovely lady but she's posher than the queens poshest friend, in fact I think she may have royal blood. one day in the shop she was posting letters to Lady this and Lord that when the postman came in behind her to collect the mail, as she spotted my mums dog (who comes to work sometimes) she said "oh, what a lovely hound" in the poshest accent you've ever heard. cue mad childish sniggering from the postman waiting in line behind her. she turned round and gave him the most withering look and then flounced out the door calling for her children to follow her. her children were called something outrageously posh like clitorissa and hermione-tara-boomdeeay
( Aphex The Mink Snackless, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 21:42, Reply)