Posh
My dad's family are posh - there's at least one knight and an ex-lord mayor of london. My mum's family come from Staines.
How posh are you? Who's the poshest person you've met? Be proud and tell us your poshest moments.
( , Thu 15 Sep 2005, 10:12)
My dad's family are posh - there's at least one knight and an ex-lord mayor of london. My mum's family come from Staines.
How posh are you? Who's the poshest person you've met? Be proud and tell us your poshest moments.
( , Thu 15 Sep 2005, 10:12)
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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.
( , Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:41, Reply)
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.
( , Thu 15 Sep 2005, 15:41, Reply)
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