I used to get hand-me-down clothes from the son of a Lord.
My parents knew his parents and as he was only slightly older than me I used to get his old clothes. They were rubbish, usually much tattier and cheaper than the stuff I used to wear!

I also farted very loudly in the public gallery in the House of Lords once, and the stuffy old posh gits heard me. :)
( King Ralph is drunk, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:54, Reply)

Not Posh
I'm Welsh. My dad was a miner and my mam was a nurse. The only air of mystery is that my grandfather moved from France to Wales to avoid taking up Hitlers kind invitation to a gas convention.

I now live in Woking, Surrey, which itself is not posh. Woking is as useful to the world as the soles of Stephen Hawkins feet.

When I go home people think i'm posh as I have lost my Welshy accent. Every time they remark upon it. Every time. Therefore now, frankly, I think their all a bunch of cunts.

Yes, that means you Tonyrefail. Get over it.
(If it could happen to me like that i'd shit my pants, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:53, Reply)

*cough*
I thought I was posh in comparasin to the rest of scotland until I moved to uni this weekend and met a guy from london who cant understand a single word I say. not so funny but a pain in the ass for me.
woo first post ever.
go me.
(clbray, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:50, Reply)

Me
I'm posh as fuck, me!


Really, I bet I'm the poshest cunt in this room!

Fuck aye!
(Barry Subchimp, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:50, Reply)

My grandmother
(who drank herself to death many years ago, hah!)

was terribly posh. My mother, coming as she did from Staines, was clearly not good enough for her son, and so my mother was "not to be spoken to".

This went as far as her pretending I didn't exist either.

I only met her twice, once when she was in bed after a drunken fall, and once when she was in hospital after a drunken fall. The surgeon apparently said her liver fell apart in his hands. She didn't survive.

I'm guessing she only drank posh gin, but not sure. See, I'm not bitter.
( chthonic, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:49, Reply)

My girlfriends family are posh
They are rich (really rich), related to Ian Fleming (he wrote James Bond and chitty chitty bang bang) and Christopher lee.

But better than all that…..

They are related to the judge from robot wars, sharkey… he is the one with the big white beard in the middle…

YeaY
(JLB8, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:46, Reply)

One of the best things...
...about being from a country populated almost entirely by convicts is that we don't have any posh people treating us like cnuts.

The downside is that we don't get to scrape our betters from the walls of tunnels in Paris. Or their husbands describing their desire to be a tampon.
(Pleiades, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:44, Reply)

Just remembered
I very briefly met Prince Philip. Him and his bird were being shown round my office. I was ignoring them and trying to get on with my job when he pounced on me and started asking questions. Despite the disapproval of the forelock-tuggers, I answered without standing up, calling him "sir" or addressing the tax-dodging sponger as "your highness".

He's a choob. And should get a job.

(As the b3ta trend appears to be ditching length jokes in favour of blog puffs, here's mine: Confessions of a ninja of the genus Ailurus.)
( calgacus Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:43, Reply)

Last January I bought a monocle
and I spent the day acting posh, just to see what it's like- click the link to see what happend!
(Psythor, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:39, Reply)

Not so much now
but when I first moved to Portsmouth, I got sick and tired of hearing 'goh doncha talk posh'...I only come from a medieval town in Wilshire. So after a few years down here, im ashamed to say that in certain social situations, I have to make that special effort of droppin a few letters ere n there...

Its bad really, because I can be a real snob at times....and the more to drink I have, the 'posher' I become.

I met Ann Widdecome once, she sounds posh. I met her in the hotel we stayed out whilst at Badminton Horse Trials (now there are some posh people there...but thats another story!)

Not funny....but then Southapmton being in the Coca Cola league is.
(Oops....did I say that out loud cos I really bloody want to., Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:38, Reply)

My beloved wife...
is a direct decendant of Charlemagne - as in greatgreat...(x38)...greatdaughter.

Therefore my son is as well.

He puked on my shirt this morning. I guess this was to demonstrate his contempt of the working classes.
( bierbelly, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:38, Reply)

I used
to work, briefly, for a small indie dance label (Bullion Records) set up by Anthony De Rothschild. They had the launch in some bar somewhere, and all these other Rothschilds & Chelsea hangers-on turned up in suits, smoking big fat cigars. Very 'underground'. They had free Tequila though, so I ended up falling asleep under a table.

I met Baroness Thatcher a couple of years ago. Even though I was well within slapping distance, regretfully all I did was say 'hello'. Sorry.

Oh - and I met Princess Di once many years ago. She was really nice.
(8-Ball, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:35, Reply)

My great-aunt
was talking to my grandpa one day. I've never met this woman in my life, but stories are often told about her. Anyway, my grandpa mentioned that my father had a beautiful wife and two wonderful children, and that they all had red hair.

She said "Oh, how unfortunate."

If I ever do meet her, I've already made up my mind what course of action to take.
( Reid got it going on like Donkey Kong, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:35, Reply)

Faux Poshness.
Living in West London (not the posh bits like Fulham/chelsea etc) i often meet said posh tossers when out on the sauce, I dont mind the girlys caus they get a thrill from chatting to us paupers but the Blokes (all sailing shoes and jumpers over the sholders) need a good kicking.

Also was invited round to Martin Amis's house for takeaway curry and champagne....tre odd.

But i have to admit that when im visiting some of my family in the US, who live on the Florida/Georga boarder, my accent turns from Londoner to Hugh Grant as the local trailer trash girlies go bandy for it.
( caffeinefreak, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:34, Reply)

in hyde park the other week
my 3 year old boy was playing on a climbing frame with the daughter of Lady Helen Windsor, who was standing nearby. I had aspirations of a burgeoning friendship until he got all excited, ran past the girl and barged her to the ground.
( harryfreeze Ignore, Hide, I like this!, Reply, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:30, Reply)

Ya ya....
Manor house + Tweeds + Guns + Antiques + Great Grandfather pictured on the Dutch Gilder = LORD TALLINGSWORTH



"Now get orf my farking land!"
(eurrrrrggggggghhhhhh Cunting /talk, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:30, Reply)

My Castle
There is a castle and a place* in England. Both use my surname.

Ergo, they belong to me (Not the bloody Marquess of Northampton!!). This surely makes me posh.

www.castleashby.co.uk

Also, I talk a bit posh due to originally coming from Buckinghamshire.

Additionally, unless I've been lied to by mother, a couple of generations back her family were aristos whose fortune was squandered through gambling.

*unfortunately I think the place is in Leicestershire

Edit: and I live in Exeter. Apparently through this I must know loads of "poshos"
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:17, Reply)

I'm not posh* but...
An ex-BF went to Exeter University which is full of posho's. One girl went out with a chap. In the way of dastardly chaps, he suddenly stopped calling/wouldn't answer calls. She found out why a week later when she opened a copy of Hello magazine and found a two page feature on his wedding...

Now that's posh.

*but I did have both piano and riding lessons as a child :)
(clapper, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:13, Reply)

Oxford
Dated a bird for a while who went to Oxford Uni. Has to be the capital of Posh twats. I met and knew so many peopple who had posh, rich (the two do seem to go together quite a bit) parents who came down to see how their precious darling was getting on, had all their rent/bills etc paid for, and had grown up like this, with no comprehention of the real world.

I always used to chuckle seeing another toff walking down the road with light chinos, checked or polo shirt, and jumper tied round their necks.

Im sure this is related to poshness, but in Oxford, no one every gets out of your way. They all seem to think they are king of the pavement, even if walking 5 abreast, and will refuse to part or narrow to allow someone past without having to resort to dodging fucking cyclist or psycho drivers in the road.

Posh laughs are always amusing. Lots of snorting involved.

Im from Kent, and went to Uni in Loogabarooga, so I was always called the posh one by the northern monkeys there. Im not though. Honest.

And relax.


(Just read back through this, and realised its just a toff slagging fest. No bad thing if you ask me)
(jimmy_stavros, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:10, Reply)

Why oh why??!!
A friend or mine thinks shes posh. Yes bath/path are pronounced barth/parth, but NEVER is 'bad' pronounced BARD!!!!!!!!! Never I tell you!!!!!NEVER

Posh my arse.
(jellyfish, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:09, Reply)

Posh in the colonies
Some people reckon I'm posh. I think it is because I live in Australia and I'm half English (on my mother's side), and I think some of her accent rubbed off on me. Also, unlike half the people I grew up with I don't have tourette's syndrome, and I can choose when to fucking swear (oops).

But yeah, the poshest person I've met is the queen - just me and about a thousand of my closest school chums had the pleasure many years ago.

PS. An ex-girlfriend of mine had a good definition of posh. If they thought they were posh, and their shit didn't stink, then they were probably were posh. Otherwise, they just had their head up their arse.
(Skippyfillet, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:06, Reply)

Harriet Rose Heath
Sorry... not like me to pick but having a bad day.
(simpson, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:04, Reply)

corfu
i only just woke up, my brain isnt working properly yet :P
(harrietthespy, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 12:03, Reply)

Count, occasioanlly with a silent o
A friend of mine, lets call him Al, since that's his name, is a real honest-to-goodness bona fide gen-you-wine count.
From proper Spanish aristocracy and everything.
He even has a proper count's hairline (that's a Ray Reardon, or a Jim Robinson if you don't like snooker) and a stately pile in the Isle of Man and everything.

He's an actor and was in the Stephen Fry-directed film Bright Young Things, playing a lord, and he had to make his voice slightly less posh for the role.

Oh, and the Port Out Starboard Home thing is not true at all. That story is a reverse acronym urban myth, one where a word was assumed to be an acronym when it was nothing of the sort.

Oh, and to all the Americans out there, posh doesn't mean either rich or famous, it means being part of the aristocracy, or at least having been rich for many, many generations.
( atomboy, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 11:46, Reply)

harrietthespy
does anyone else feel the need to point out that Corfu is not a country. It's an island that belongs to Greece..... which is in fact a country! Sorry.
(simpson, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 11:45, Reply)

The self important bitch on the desk opposite.
The subject in question is sitting opposite me so I'll try hard not to smirk while I type this. She's the other secretary in this establishment and she gets on my tits on a daily basis.

Their family don't have tea, or even dinner...
They have "Suppah".

The times she's regaled us with "When I was growing up in Indiaah" and of course later in childhood the family lived in "Keeenyaaah" - and as a young adult she moved to "Canadaah" - like we give a shit.

She seemed actually suprised that I didn't go to private school as in "well surely (private) school is closer to home than (state) school? -why didn't you go there?" Uh maybe the £3,000 a term thing?
(Ariaxen, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 11:40, Reply)

Another one....
I used to work in Marks and Spencer, one of our regulars was Dame Judy Dench. She's definitely posh.
(smuj83, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 11:36, Reply)

posh?
my full name is Harriet Rose Heath, and i live in hertfordshire. my initials are HRH

aside from that, i'm not posh at all. though my nan is hilarious. she pronounces "prunes" lik "pru-erns" and the country "corfu" as "corfoi"

why do people who wish they were properly posh, make up ways to pronounce words?!
(harrietthespy, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 11:34, Reply)

Mrs Soapy Norris
My missus' nickname is Posh.

Nothing Spice/Beckham related, it's not because she's a witless screeching hag (although come to think of it....)

It's because she once committed the unforgiveable social faux pas of, when going out for a curry, instead of the regulation pint of lager she ordered a glass of red wine.

I have never felt so humiliated in my life.
.
(Ali Bongo 9000 Ali Bongo 9000, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 11:34, Reply)

I live in Surrey
So there.

Oh and I work in the West Sussex countryside, we used to see fox hunts going right past the office window.
(smuj83, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 11:31, Reply)