Well I don't know how posh this makes me
But my great-great-grandmother was a maid in the service of Captain Webb and she was pregnant when she was fired, so I may be a descendant of the celebrated Victorian stuntman and channel-swimmer (and since he never married, his only bloodline). He wasn't very posh, though, since he spent his days doing stupid and dangerous things for money.

Whenever I go back to my home town of Walsall I'm always greeted by some hairy-backed, shaven-headed neanderthal in an England shirt, who upon hearing my softened accent will proclaim "Yow'm posh intcha?" so loud that the whole pub turns around, just because I don't talk in a black country dialect.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 11:26, Reply)