How posh am I ?
Honestly I don't know. Arguments for and against poshness on my part:

For:

Posh school - costs more to go than I now earn in a year, but then I earn sod all
Posh university
Occasionally posh accent - tendency to say "sorray" instead of "sorry"
Have been to an opera


Against:

Haven't got a double-barrelled surname
Grandparents were manual workers, not a aristocrat in the family tree ever
Wear a proper shirt about 3 times per year
Enjoy drinking lager


As for my poshest moment ever, there are several contenders. Various black tie events would probably count especially the one where I bumped into a friend who'd brought along his own bottle of Dom Perignon.
(flimflam_machine, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 16:08, Reply)

I'm so posh...
...that I got my butler to submit this on my behalf.
( biscuitbiscuit is in ur garden, watering ur plantz, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 16:07, Reply)

Stonewall Jackson
For American "Poshness" I think I might qualify: Well, Im not a Bush, but I DO come from the same stock as Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson, famed throughout the south for his ability on a battlefield on behalf of the Confederacy. (much better than Teddy Kennedy and his family's ill-gotten gains!)

And once, I met Lord Gage. It was the 225th Anniversary of the Battle of Lexington and Concord and he was the special guest (his ancestor ordered the march which resulted in the American War for Independence). I was standing there, smartly dressed as an English Light Infantry Officer and he was reviewing "His" Majesty's troupe and when he got to us he just stood there with this "Look Mummy. A Pony." kind of look on his face. Bloody brilliant!

(Spoke with him later at a dinner and he was a right nice guy! And he MIGHT be helping to finance a film I am working on about the American Revolution, BONUS!)

Sic Semper Tyrannis!
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:55, Reply)

atomboy!
we know the same man.

i didnt realise he was a count, but he does have a bentley on the isle of man, in a garage.

he taught me to drink g and t properly. and his brother - some manner of insectologist at the british museum - married a russian i think.

he is, by all accounts, a wonderful chap. and i owe him a curry
(magictorch, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:54, Reply)

posh wank
= condom
( wierdo was bored @, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:52, Reply)

Zangengebert...
What the hell is a 'posh wank'? Do you cover your cock in wet wipes?

Errr... I'm not a posh lady. I have a posh voice though. Kids used to make fun of me at school... in Bristol. Yarrrrrr!
(LadyIsATramp, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:45, Reply)

A lovely posh guy in my halls
Told us a hilarious story over Sunday dinner about his (public) school leavers ball. He had taken the antique diamond buttons off of his dinner jacket (his father's military uniform, whom he referred to as 'the major') to go on the bouncy castle and had lost them. Ho ho ho.

"That's a lovely story jeremy. And this pheasant is delicious, but where on earth did you get it?"
"I brought it with me"

The fucker had shot it on his own estate.
( eponymous Oh!, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:43, Reply)

Polo with the Queen
As a young sprog the Queen came over to visit and I was chosen to represent our Cub scout pack in a parade that was held in the park.

When the day arrived, I was upset to notice that all the other cub packs (or the parents) had provided their representatives with a bouquet of flowers or a pennent to present to the Queen - myself, well I had nothing.

So thinking a quickly as a seven year old can, when I was called I stepped forward, ripped off a salute and offered the only thing I had available.

"Would you like a polo mam?"

After my six week ban from the Cubs had finished, it was explained to me that Polo was a game played on horseback and it was this that our monarch enjoyed and not the grubby sweets kept in my pocket.

My mum still wants to die of embarrassment nearly tewnty years later.
( Kovacs Slogan free since 2003, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:41, Reply)

you're looking at Canadian royalty
So there, bitches. Well, my great-grandmother's cousin was PM of Canada in the 1930s (deflates slightly).

Another great-grandmother was so posh that growing up in turn-of-the-century Stockholm, she had to sell one of her baby sisters to buy food for the other siblings. Now that's the high life!
(Mabel DelTaco, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:33, Reply)

A friends Ex
His name is Charles. I forget his surname but it begins with a Q (lets say its Qunicenby-Smythe). Anyway in order to ratchet up the poshness he insists on being called CQ. You read that right CQ. How posh are those for initials? PJ from newcastle, KP South African Hero, DLT man with big beard, point being they dont sound posh CQ does.

I havent got to the best bit. On his arm he has tattooed (which i'll admit in themselves are not posh, but wait till i get to the punchline) HIS MOTHERS ADDRESS!

It says something along the lines of "If found please return to Mrs Qunicenby-Smythe (insert address)" Now all posh boys are Mummys boys (fact) but only the poshest of posh boys has their Mummys address on them at all times in case they get lost.

He got the tattoo when he was 28.
(ivebeenhigh i've climbed so high, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:31, Reply)

Not really posh myself but.....
.... my surname (Wellbelove) originates from a posh English Gentlman's name in the olden days.
(bectoria, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:30, Reply)

I'm not posh
My dads family where farmers and my moms fishermen.

yhe poshest person I've met was the Swedish queen. Nice lady, we shook hands and exchanged howdoyoudo?'s once.

One girl I knew at school was proper posh. Her family was quite rich and had a couple of nice houses, including a honest to god castle! moat and everything.
this one
Think they had a "name" too.
Nice girl, think she was a little sweet on me.

oo! and two guys I used to play american football with where aristocrats. One belonged to a swedish noble family called Von Platen and the other was the grandson of a man who was knigted in switzerland after doing some heroics in world war 2. That Von Platen was a whiny little cunt but the other guy was great. couldn't handle his vodka though.
( The little pink animal is mostly harmless, except on, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:29, Reply)

Loquis
Thanks for the correction but I hope you are being ironic calling me Minty Hill?!?
(Minty Hit, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:27, Reply)

Some years ago,
when Stephen Fry was acting in a play in the West End of London, I passed him in the street.
(Glen Moranjie, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:14, Reply)

The Crown Prince and Princess of Jordan
The Jordanian royal family are a lovely bunch, if a bit oblivious to the real world. I was once having a conversation with the crown princess about how I wanted to win the lottery, and she said "you know it wouldn't change your life winning a few million pounds. You'd spend it in no time"
Her nanny and I exchanged incredulous looks, but let it go.
I also once had his royal blood on my hands (literally), but he didn't seem to mind.

Oh and my Granny had lunch with Princesss Margaret once. She said it was quite boring as she wasn't allowed to speak unless spoken to, which was very hard for my Granny.
And my Dad held up the Queen Mum's car. He stopped the traffic to get a load of school kids across the road. Didn't notice it was her until he wondered who the kids were waving at. She waved back, which I thought was nice of her (Gawd bless 'er soul).
( Wifey, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:10, Reply)

posh?
er.....Dame Margot Fonteyn was my Grandad's cousin, she was posh wasnt she??

other than that Im descended from Sailors and Northern Italian Communists
( bigmeuprudeboy is using powerpoint or paint...have MERCY, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:05, Reply)

not so much posh posh as middle class posh
Credit Card bill:

- Sunday Times Wine club
- Skiing Holiday to Italy
- Gardener
- Cleaner
- Monthly lease for the Jag
- Decorator

Oh, and I used to have a nanny. Hmm. But then that's all my parents.
( eponymous Oh!, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:04, Reply)

Minty Hill
Doing so well until the end. Its "champagne"
(loquis, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:02, Reply)

Norfolk Gentry
Having lived a fairly nomadic life my accent tends, rather inexplicably, to originate from somewhere in Hertfordshire. As I am currently living in Newcastle my accent automatically gains me 'posh' status despite the majority of my life having been lived in Norfolk. For some reason women find this attractive, I often find the addition of white lies such as 'my parents own two farms / rollers ...' help as well.

They usually only realise their mistake when they wake up and the tv's gone.
(He's Spartacus, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 14:54, Reply)

Yes, Master....
I fix computers for people so posh that London streets are named after them. (OK, named after their ancestors....) Charming people, by and large, though often not over-blessed with brain cells. One Lady cooked me a burger last week because I was missing my lunch to make her internet connection work. It was nice, too.

I keep hoping one of them will forget I'm there and transform into a blood-drinking mind-controlling lizard from the lower 4th dimension, but they never have (yet). Or maybe they have and ordered me to forget about it. I hate it when that happens.
(littlesunshine licked your blinky diodes on, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 14:47, Reply)