well...
My maternal grandma comes from a pro-IRA family. She then proceeded to marry grand-pappa, a colour sergeant in one of the scottish regiments (despite being an east londoner). Then there was some kind of falling out, the IRA sympathisers didn't like her marrying a British soldier, who'd a thought? My dad's family are Jewish immigrants, now the thing about them is that they like to think they're posh but they're not really (and that's the one thing my dad's drilled into me, don't be a rah rah [often accompanied by his immitation of old skool accountants, yeah he's an accountant AND Jewish, who'd a thought?])

Anyway to cut it all down to size, my mum takes the piss out of the way I speak and force feeds me pie and mash (oh the horror (!)). But the poshest person I've ever met IS my darling mother. As I shall now demonstrate:

It was a cold september evening, and she had parked up in a cul-de-sac, all of a sudden out of no where appeared a thousand 'proddy' cars, complete with extra-thin slices of ham. They had surrounded her and there was no escape, closing in on her with their sandwiches, and not just any old sandwiches THEY HAD NO CRUuUuUuUst!!! Then all of a sudden dearest mammas mouth opened and out came the words,
"Oh, I mind, would you AWFULLY mind moving, just it would be oh so very convinient don't you know! You see, the thing is that you're blocking me in, WHAT WHAT!!"
Yes, she actually said 'What what'. But suddenly their ears pricked up at the sound of a fellow presbetarian and possibly even higher up in the chain (due to her use of not one, but TWO 'what's). Suddenly, within about 20 seconds there wasn't a car in site. It was impossible not to burst out with a fit of maniacal laughter halfway through her speech, as laughter would have discredited it.
(Frozen_Banana Shaved against the grain; thoroughly unrewarding., Sat 17 Sep 2005, 0:47, Reply)