yeah
you go to bray. and you tell them they are in slough.

then see how long it takes them to set upon you and your pink socks.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Tue 24 Jan 2012, 10:41, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

I used to go to Bray all the time
it's full of utterly pretentious marketing wankers who think that owning a Porsche Cayenne and trying to eat at the Fat Duck somehow compensates for the crushing pointlessness of their vacuous existance.

Not a single one of them could fight their way out of a damp paper bag either, so I could tell them what the fuck I like.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Tue 24 Jan 2012, 10:44, Reply)

wow
ok, you feel quite strongly about bray, then??

i find it ironic that bray is exactly how they all speak.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Tue 24 Jan 2012, 10:46, Reply)

Oh, come on, the place is just fucking awful.
Everyone there confuses a house being expensive with that somehow making them aristocracy. It's like Wilmslow but with pretentions. There's no actual old money anywhere round there, they just pretend there is.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Tue 24 Jan 2012, 10:49, Reply)

Also, my ex-wife's boss used to live there.
and this a man who, after having a fight with his partner about having children, was told by her to "go and get a bloody dog if you want something to look after" .. so he went and bought a Ferrari to spite her. Except for it to work, he had to actually be able to come home with the Ferrari immediately, so he had to buy the only one they would let him leave the showroom with. Spending £130K on a car you don't want as a display of todder petulance basically sums up Bray.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Tue 24 Jan 2012, 10:54, Reply)

Haha that's Battered to a T

( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Tue 24 Jan 2012, 10:47, Reply)