Is regicide posh?
Or decidedly un-posh? I can't figure it out.

One of my ancestors presided over Charles I's 'trial' and was the first person to sign his death warrant.

Also, my Grandad was mayor of East Grinstead.

Oh, and I'm also descended from John Knox (Scottish poet) and Anthony Trollop (19th century novelist).

In fact, my family tree (on one side, at least) has been traced as far back as the late 1400s.

Is that posh? I dunno guv.
( frunt It's been a while..., Fri 16 Sep 2005, 22:09, Reply)

I work in a post office/general store thing
and we have a customer called Mrs Villiers. she is a lovely lady but she's posher than the queens poshest friend, in fact I think she may have royal blood. one day in the shop she was posting letters to Lady this and Lord that when the postman came in behind her to collect the mail, as she spotted my mums dog (who comes to work sometimes) she said "oh, what a lovely hound" in the poshest accent you've ever heard. cue mad childish sniggering from the postman waiting in line behind her. she turned round and gave him the most withering look and then flounced out the door calling for her children to follow her. her children were called something outrageously posh like clitorissa and hermione-tara-boomdeeay
( Aphex The Mink Snackless, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 21:42, Reply)

Oh well.....
I'm upper lower middle class. So I'll never own a horse.
(Flashraziel, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 20:39, Reply)

If half the people in Scotland die...
...I own a very large chunk of it. My family name is Cameron-Clarke (as far as we know, we're the only people in the world with this name), which resulted from a marriage between Cameron and Clarke clan memebers. Who are amongst the biggest landowners in Scotland. I get Ben Nevis!

Also, my Great-Great-Great Grandad invented the postage stamp. Though obviously I've never met him, but I've climbed his hill, and stunned a tour guide who pointed said hill out.

"Now, that hill is named after the man who invented the stamp. Does anyone know who that was?"

"Yeah. Roland Hill, my great-great-great grandad."

"Oh"

Also some Scottishy warlord people. My grandmas investigating it all...

And I went to private school, and know loads of people who own big bits of Lancashire and Yorkshire.

I'm not rich though. Bugger.
( Mr.Ons knows you can hear him, Earthmen., Fri 16 Sep 2005, 20:34, Reply)

one of my distant ancestors
was knocked up by one of the aristocracy & had to leave service. Oh, and I bear a certain resemblance to a young Queen Victoria. Stick that in your Prince Albert old chap.

(edit: and my little brother is a new mover in the polo set when he isn't flying helicopters, but that's just posh by association).
( Hidden Mouse, Sleeping Kitten Gromada? Gromada!, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 20:22, Reply)

Internet banking....
I am reliably informed that I am due a large sum of money from a very reliable Nigerian chap after I sent him all my credit card details and worldly posessions

Surely that's posh?
(sporky, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 20:13, Reply)

The poshest
I'm actually...



*peels off elaborate disguise*



...the Queen.
(cherry B, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 19:46, Reply)

My friends and family arent too Poshy, sorry.
....
Well, exept some people who are trying too hard to be Poshy. The Poshyest moment for me was my Bar-mitzva, when i had to wear an ugly gray shirt and say hello to every prson that comes to the hall. God, i hated it.
(Scotchman, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 19:04, Reply)

i'm so posh i use a knife and fork at pizza hut :-)
also...my uncle is deputy ambassador for britain in turkey (he also used to write speeches for john major), and my dad helped with a project for mi6 security databases.... has some crazy stories about going out in the countryside to see the secret servers the government uses, and also having some guy profile him, and this guy knew everything about my dad - they got pissed and this fella knew all the trouble my dad got into as a kid - pretty crazy.

i've also shaken hands with princess anne when i was 10, and i was on bbc news ;)


edit: oh yeah my other uncle has kids called 'hugo' and 'montgomery'.

sometimes i think i'm the black sheep of the family....

and i took my gf to the opera to see 'faust'. it was shit.
( northernwifeb3ta is going to Dubai in December :D for "work", Fri 16 Sep 2005, 18:57, Reply)

hes a laird..
my dads best friend has a palace and his children will inherit £10 million.he;s a laird thats like a scottish lord, that posh enough? he owns all the houses in his 7000 acres which includes a few villages etc. it's in a mingin part of scotland tho! his palace even has a secret room which is kinda fun!
(blondenbunny, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 18:39, Reply)

My
brother is personal friends with T. Dhamiri Petra, the Crown-Prince of Malaysia, and has a permanent invitation to drop into the palace any time, Abimbola Fernandez, daughter of His Excellency Ambassador Chief Antonio Deinde Fernandez, the new Permanent Representative of the Central African Republic and the richest and most influential African Warlord in the world, Hector Falconer, son of Brian Falconer, one of the top ten Scottish landowners, and second cousin to Lord Falconer, the Lord Chancellor, Lady Katherine Douglas, daughter of Lady Irene Douglas, the Marchioness of Bute...the list goes on. And then there are all the minor deities he is concerned with as well.

My grandfather, Major (medical) Dr. R. R. Hughes PhD OBE, set up and commanded the field hospital for the Allies at D-Day, and was awarded the George Cross and the Conspicuous Gallantry award, and afterards basically invented neuroscience. One of his books, Clinical Electroencephalography, and many of his papers are still used as core-texts by students around the world, and remain bibles to that exact science. His son and my uncle, Dr. S. H. C. Hughes, developed a method of producing CT-scanning devices more cheaply and making them available to the rest of the world.

We are also direct descendants of Daniel Defoe, the author of Robinson Crusoe.

We are upper-middle class and public-school educated, so we are not afflicted with accents and are therefore “posh” to the rest of you useless plebs. We also make your anti-work way of life financially possible because the government inexplicably hates us. Damn socialists. What-ho.
(digestive, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 18:28, Reply)

Well-spoken people saying funny things
This is weird...I briefly worked in a call centre with a lovely lass from Oxfordshire who once exclaimed, "Bugger me with a fishfork!"

It was one of the funniest things I've heard, largely because she was so well-spoken.
(Nardis, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 18:21, Reply)

oooh illegitmacy
My grandad found out when he was 30 that his absentee father is infact a lord in some part of oxfordshire. Turns out, his mum was the maid and she had an affair with the boss, and out came grandad. He still gets a cheque every 6 months as ways of child support....now thats a story.
(fishforkbuggery, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 18:10, Reply)

My Great Grandad
was lord mayor of Luton when the before it became the shit hole it is today.
Oh and my granmother had a horse who beat the queen's horse in a race.
(tom the astronaut, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 17:52, Reply)

I once put on a shirt
and a tie for that fact, and met up with a total hornbag of a chick I'd met on ICQ. She'd been flirty as a half drunk, overweight yank batting off over cyber.. but when she turned up she was sexy as hell! We went out to tea, then to the only casino in Canberra (Aus) and bumped into friends of her parents, and was introduced to, and chatted with none other than Bush's best mate, little Johnny Howard.
Don't like the sleaze, but I still acted (and I was) astounded to meet him

(oh, and yeah I knocked the bird off later that night)
(mr sausage. where the bloody hell are ya?, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 17:28, Reply)

The poshest person I've ever met
is Fred Dibnah.

I asked him if he would like my autograph.
( nnnndave, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 17:02, Reply)

I'm Lord Manley.
(To be honest I'm not really, Father is still alive.)

I have been removed from a polo match after calling 'Well refereed' after a ridiculous penalty was given in Prince Charles' favour. I like shooting things if they are edible and I've have very little time for stupid people or Northerners.

I grew up in a castle for half the year and I used to live with a young lady who had a castle in Ireland too, but she was a slapper, so that ended.

I guess that makes me a bit posh.

Mind you, I was unemployed for 3 1/2 years after a car crash, made some errors of judgement and now live in a rented house and am exceedingly poor.

That said, I still berate my daughters if they refer to the railway station as the 'train' station and, God forbid, if they were to EVER refer to a napkin as a serviette I don't know what I'd do.
( Lord Manley of Ven www.justgiving.com/manley - please?, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 16:59, Reply)

Hey Calgacus....
My grandmother was a member of the bruce clan!!!

big woo for us!!!!
(General Arfarfarnarf He who hesitates, Masturbates!, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 16:56, Reply)

Does this count ?
I played rugby against Prince Edward.

Tho' I'm no toff, I went to a private school (a bit like a Public School, but Scottish and less weird) and we'd ocassionally challenge Gordonstone to some form of sporting competition.

I was a forward, he was on the wing, so I never managed to tackle the wee devil. There were plenty of other posh buggers in the scrum, and a few psycho sons-of-gansters, so a suitably violent time was had by all.

Not surprisingly, Eddie wasn't there for the post-match celebrations, even tho' he emerged unscathed
( Tepid_Halibut felt like a cold, empty shell of a human...until, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 16:37, Reply)

At the school i just left...
were Joe Strummer's daughter, Pete Townshend's son, Richard E. Grant's daughter, the bassist from Dire Straits' daughter, and people who fly into the parents day picnic in helicopters. For 30 minutes.


Yes, I did get a scholarship. Who's going to pay for this otherwise, eh?
(tickles, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 16:26, Reply)

Tending to the sick
I'm apparently descended from one of the followers of Robert The Bruce (he what whupped English erse at Bannockburn). After Bruce stabbed a rival after meeting him in a church, this chap asked the very practical question: "Did you kill him?" and wandered into the church to "make sure" (the family motto).

Killing a helpless, wounded man on the altar of a church. Now THAT is posh.
( calgacus Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 16:25, Reply)

ummm...
I was at in front of James Whittaker at Sophie and Edward's wedding...one of my best friends lived in Windsor Castle (well, the houses in the walls...either way - I had to get a guard to escort me to her door everytime I went to see her...)

And I have a friend who had a massive arguement with both William and Harry over the Brio train set in Harrods when she was 3...their securty guard had to practically drag her off them...
(P-nut Obsessive Compulsive Green Day Disorder..., Fri 16 Sep 2005, 16:23, Reply)

Clan McLaren
I also descend from the Clan McLaren of Balquhidder. We're the ones that killed Rob Roy MacGregor, the famous Scottish Bastard. He's buried in our graveyard in Balquhidder.

You're welcome.
( huntersbar, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 16:13, Reply)

She's a bit middle class...
I come from good old Cambridgeshire, as do many of my friends, we're not posh, but one of my friends came out with probably the most middle class thing I've ever heard.
Recently we all met up and she was telling us all about how there were always 'weirdos' on a certain part of the train (I think it was between Ashwell and Baldock). They were in her words

'really loud, swearing and pushing each other around, like they were drunk. Perhaps there's some sort of mental hospital that they were all going to. I'm sure they had some sort of mental disability...'

We all started laughing as we knew she'd probably just got onto a carridge with some chavs, but she insisted they were mentally unstable and justified this with the line..

'they were probably on drugs'.








Girth? you love it you schlaag!
(StupidGlueBoy, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 16:11, Reply)

From the servants quarters
My Master is so posh that when he wanted me to complain about the remarkably poor quality of this Question of the Week, he had the head butler inform me so that he wouldn't have to lower himself to dealing with me directly.
( wangmaster2000, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 16:08, Reply)

Long Live the King...?
Many years back I was waiting to cross the railway track in our one-whore town, wondering why such a large train was trundling slowly past this particular god-forsaken siding when I noticed some bloke leaning out of the window. As he looked familiar I smiled and and waved - he returned the compliment. It was Prince Charles.

Quite posh I think.
( Vulthoom, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 16:04, Reply)

I'm considered to be amongst the poshest in my family...
...at least on my mum's side, whom I see the most of. This lofty status is owed to the following fairly mundane facts:

a) I boast an education that extends beyond halfway-through-highschool
b) I have not only a job but a career
c) My domicile and daily living are not funded in any way by the DSS
d) I have a private pension and health insurance

My family really do think that I have ideas above my station on account of that last one - lots of 'oooh, get him' and the like (my family being heavily matriarchal rather than heavily gay). Due to spending the majority of my formative years amongst them, I have some small experience as a dole-scrounging scrote myself and I wish they could realise, as I quickly did, that life's a lot more fun when you've got more cash to play with, not to mention not having to answer to the DSS for every penny of it whilst they look down thier noses at you - I fucking hated that.

All I need to do now is work out a way to neutralise the need to get up at 7am five days per week without compromising the cash. Suggestions are appreciated ;)
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Fri 16 Sep 2005, 15:43, Reply)