I'm so upper middle class that my father had servants as a boy,
and my mother played with Martin Amis when she was a little girl (when my grandfather was a professor at Swansea as was Kinglsey Amis): they weren't allowed to play with any Welsh children, presumably in case they caught 'poor'.

I've just had a fucking hilarious hysterical email from a Scottish customer foaming at the mouth over the idea that the extra cost to deliver to an IV postcode is an English racist conspiracy theory.

Sample: 'It is behaviour such as this that fuels Scotland’s wish to be independent of such small minded bigotry as is expressed by many english companies'. What a fucking imbecile.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:26, 4 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

you should email back saying
"as if anyone in England gives a shit about what happens to Scotland"
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:28, Reply)

Scotchland would antagonise more, I feel

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:28, Reply)

I did say that the suggestion of some kind of English racist penalty system
was belied by the pricing of almost all Scottish addresses as the same as the South East - and the fact that of the three carriers we use, one is German and the other Dutch. What a hysterical tosser.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:30, Reply)

'once the North Sea resources run out we'll happily abandon you to your Tamazepam and Buckfast hell'

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:32, Reply)

Needs MOAR Irn-Bru

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:32, Reply)

+ deep frying references

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:33, Reply)

How the mighty have fallen,,,
Afternoon Mr. Boyce, has this Scotch taken up your whole afternoon? Does he not realise that your taxes pay for his Methadrone perscription?
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:28, Reply)

Tell him he can pick it up from Glasgow.

(PsychoChomp, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:30, Reply)

I said that if I could have an Aberdeen address it would cost the same as if they were next door.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:31, Reply)

Ha ha,

(PsychoChomp, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:34, Reply)

My Great Grandmother was very upper middle class
She had servants and her home had servants quarters that were bigger than my house growing up. She had her own church built on her estate when they let women become priests because her local church let one preach there.

Thankfully it had all been bred out by the time my mother pushed out a few kids.
( Peej, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:33, Reply)

My brother and I lived in the servants' quarters of our house in Winchester.
This meant we got our own floor - but it also meant that there was zero heat retention. Why this was became apparent when my brother punched a hole in his bedroom wall in a fit of teenage angst, to reveal wattle and fucking daub beneath. The ground floor was Tudor and had stone walls a couple of feet thick - and there were arrow slits in the walls of the garage.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:36, Reply)

Awesome!

( Peej, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:37, Reply)

It really was.
The garage was originally the stable block, and there was a medieval tiled mosaic floor in one bit.

One of the garden path flagstones was a C17th gravestone and I found all sorts of historical stuff when I dug a pond in the garden - such as clay pipe stems and a stirrup. It was fucking cool.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:40, Reply)

One of my brother's clients in Bayswater spent 90k on the kitchen for his servants' quarters....

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:37, Reply)

Fuck me he must be the most expensive rent boy in London

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:42, Reply)

When she died
they money was split up so much that the most anyone got would have bought them a 2 bedroomed house in a reasonable area. The bed I slept in when we visited was sold at auction to the national trust for £15,000. In fact most of the furniture ended up with them as it had all been bought by my family from some upper class family that were utterly ruined after WWII. Their manor was eventually bought by the national trust and the trust wanted to get all of the original paintings and whatnot back.
( Peej, Mon 23 May 2011, 16:46, Reply)