My family married into Poshness...
My Uncle used to work for the Bank of England and dabbled in merry corruption of third-world countries in the name of setting up their currency systems (I don't think you can be properly posh without having ripped off a country). Like most posh people he is also a rampant pervert, with a huge porn collection and erotic statues about the place. On top of that he enjoys the finer things in life so is also pretty fat and in declining health. Other symptoms of his poshness include wanton racism, sexism and an awesome collection of funny stories (mostly involving the aforementioned).

The rest of my family is first-generation middle class, thus not posh and boring. Although somehow I ended up with a seriously posh accent. Which is a happy accident of being born in Devon, living in London for a teeny bit and then moving back to Somerset whilst I was a kid. Subsequently everyone assumes I'm an arsehole, which I have yet to disprove.

Popped my cherry, sorry it was a bit dull.
(mehmeh 0% witty, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 10:44, Reply)