Poshest moments..
I certainly can't lay claim to being posh, as both my parents come from very poor working class backgrounds. They educated themselves and pushed me a little and thus I am now boringly middle middle class.

However, people tend to think I am posh due to my ability to speak properly, being reasonably bright, liking art and other intellectual/obscure pursuits and dressing and acting reasonably eccentricly at times. Still, at least the idiot from the local pub has now shut up about me being 'posh geezer'.

Other than briefly seeing the Queen, with n,000 other plebs years ago, the posher people I've known have been without exception polite, fairly well dressed, intelligent and considerate (with the occasional touch of arrogance). I have also been to some very swanky hotels, meals and events. I discovered there that kangaroo loin with roast hare was a little more rich than I would usually want.

All of that has been pleasant, but I'm actually happy being middle class. I don't really want much more than a nice detached house with a big garden and a view, a few electronic toys, a car that goes vroom a bit but isn't that fancy and a load of friends nearby whilst actually contributing something sensible to society.
(EssY, Tue 20 Sep 2005, 14:39, Reply)