A mate of mine worked for the royal family of Kuwait
as a runner - she would spend all day shopping for them at Harrods and the like. She'd hunt down horse hair headboards, posh dog food for the chi hua huas, etc. She was also from Croydon, and definitely not posh.

She never met the family in person, only dealt with their 'people'. Apart from one time...

She was dropping off a pair of silk curtains to the house, and one of the princesses was there when she shouldn't have been. She barged in in her pikey trainers and combats, panicked and pretty much threw the curtains at the princess and ran out. She must have been pretty startled.
( eponymous Oh!, Thu 15 Sep 2005, 16:16, Reply)