Class
Dan Prick tugs our coat and tells us: "I'm enormously middle class, and was once dragged along to a bingo club by a former girlfriend and her mum. It's incredible the fury you can whip up in a room of old biddies winning a fuckton of money and telling them 'This is a load of old shit, really'". Like Pulp's Common People, have you ever tried to act down, or act up?
( , Thu 20 Mar 2014, 15:29)
Dan Prick tugs our coat and tells us: "I'm enormously middle class, and was once dragged along to a bingo club by a former girlfriend and her mum. It's incredible the fury you can whip up in a room of old biddies winning a fuckton of money and telling them 'This is a load of old shit, really'". Like Pulp's Common People, have you ever tried to act down, or act up?
( , Thu 20 Mar 2014, 15:29)
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Papal Knighthoods
I used to work for a large professional firm where part of my role was looking after trainees (I looked after one so well that I married her but that is another story). The trainees all came from good universities with top academic qualifications but there was a fair mix of backgrounds but there were quite a few poshos.
One in particular, let's call him Tarquin, was a twat. Questionable social skills, questionable any skills, questionable intelligence. I fear that his poshness got him further than his abilities would otherwise have allowed.
Anyone, at one event at a corporate evening event at the firm's main client (Lloyd's of London) Tarquin got a bit drunk. That's OK in principle - everyone was having a good time. Lloyd's brokers often come from modest Essex backgrounds and work their way up so and so might have an Essex accent and not have been university educated. This had not escaped Tarquin's notice in his conversation with one such broker. It was obviously getting heated which brought the situation to my attention. I hastened over there just in time to hear, "Well your family are scum. You come from scum. My grandfather has two papal knighthoods!".
tl;dr: posh boy abuses working class bloke.
(Just realised slightly off topic too)
( , Fri 21 Mar 2014, 10:43, 6 replies)
I used to work for a large professional firm where part of my role was looking after trainees (I looked after one so well that I married her but that is another story). The trainees all came from good universities with top academic qualifications but there was a fair mix of backgrounds but there were quite a few poshos.
One in particular, let's call him Tarquin, was a twat. Questionable social skills, questionable any skills, questionable intelligence. I fear that his poshness got him further than his abilities would otherwise have allowed.
Anyone, at one event at a corporate evening event at the firm's main client (Lloyd's of London) Tarquin got a bit drunk. That's OK in principle - everyone was having a good time. Lloyd's brokers often come from modest Essex backgrounds and work their way up so and so might have an Essex accent and not have been university educated. This had not escaped Tarquin's notice in his conversation with one such broker. It was obviously getting heated which brought the situation to my attention. I hastened over there just in time to hear, "Well your family are scum. You come from scum. My grandfather has two papal knighthoods!".
tl;dr: posh boy abuses working class bloke.
(Just realised slightly off topic too)
( , Fri 21 Mar 2014, 10:43, 6 replies)
Yes. That was my role. I was there for 10 years, boffed 2 and ended up marrying number 2.
( , Fri 21 Mar 2014, 11:09, closed)
he had those lips as well - kind of curled up and puffy. Probably from eating too much quince and caviar
( , Fri 21 Mar 2014, 11:34, closed)
I've got a quince tree.
I've eaten loads of quince since the autumn; it's made no difference to my face. Am I doing it wrong?
( , Fri 21 Mar 2014, 12:28, closed)
I've eaten loads of quince since the autumn; it's made no difference to my face. Am I doing it wrong?
( , Fri 21 Mar 2014, 12:28, closed)
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