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)