Faaaar too many
so I spent 9 years on scholarships at public school (funny how much they'll shell out for someone who can play the tuba).

To be fair, most were just ill-informed and insulated rather than spoilt. I particularly remember having a heated discussion with the guy who thought the national average salary might be £40k (1995, we were 16).

But one chap who really stood out a mile shall be called Felix, to protect myself seeing as he could probably still afford to have me killed.

Felix delighted in pointing out my parents drove a Skoda, that I couldn't afford to go on school trips, that I had cheap clothes, and that my holidays were spent camping in Yorkshire.

Refreshingly, however, even though I was a pretty unpleasant teenager, and never going to win any popularity contests, this ceased when some older members of the priviledged classes decided to physically explain that this was not the way he should behave.

I still think most of them were tosspots, and some probably still are, but I have a grudging regard that they took the part of someone they really didn't like, me, because nobody hates spoilt rich kids more than non-spoilt rich kids.
( prince-igor si tacuisses, philosophus mansisses, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 14:36, 1 reply)

hmm
I started writing a tale about a kid who used to rip the piss out of me because my parents had 2 ladas, then 2 skodas.
His family had 'nice' cars and what not.
His dad won £8k on Who Wants to be a Millionaire.
They bought nice things and went on nice hols.
This little cunt has been on coke for a number of years, skateboards round our country town and works in the local pub.
I probably have less money at the moment, but shit face is going nowhere.
Spolied brat comeuppance?
Not really, but I was reminded about a twat who's learnt his place. Probably.
What?
(tweebianmonkey Should be known as Widget, Wed 15 Oct 2008, 15:39, closed)