A family of two halves
On Saturday I realised how posh I am (by comparision) to the rest of my family. I went to a family birthday party and what a bunch of chavs share my genetic root stock. To put it in to perspective there were two drunken fights and lots of heavily overweight drunk sixteen year olds wearing boob tubes and hoop earing bah. Until last night I though my family was an the inspirational saga of British industry, capatilism and spunk. grandfather a docker, mother a nurse and her son (me) a doc; and I'm proud of my families working class background. But one half of my family missed the elevator and have now become living caricatures of Middlesbrough man ('ere our Lisa ger us a fookin pint i fink its yer round'). In Middlesbrough being posh just means not taking smack in public.

Am I posh or just a snob? You decide.

Not a very good post but I treat this board as a kind of therapy.

Edit: Also my in my blood line is a native American! Apparently this guy came over here in the 19th century with the Wild Bill show. I've often wondered while taking a dump if I'm a missing chief of some tribe. How posh? (How! heheheheheh god I'm funny).

Edit again: I take it back I can't be posh I've just found out my Mums watching the 50 years of ITV special.
(mm123, Sun 18 Sep 2005, 21:43, Reply)