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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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7 generations ago...
my great grandfather was george rex of knysna.

So I have a cousin charlie and a cousin liz.

Burkes peerage say its undoubtedly true, but theres no hard evidence.
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 10:04, Reply)
Vicky Butler-Henderson
I once had a wank while thinking of that posh bird off Fifth Gear, Vicky Butler-Henderson. Does that count?
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 8:34, Reply)
Peterking
I must be getting posh as there's total strangers turning up and claiming they knew me 10 years ago.
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 8:07, Reply)
Rather!
My friend grew up in a small mining community and was considered posh because
a) Her dad was the local school principal
b)She did not add an 'e' to the end of the word 'Mandarin' when discussing her playlunch and therefore avoided pulling into a strange local vernacular that sounded like 'Mandureeeen' (I'm talking Australia here, folks...)
c)She lived in a brick house.

Posh? I'll say!
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 6:42, Reply)
Anything but posh
Not posh our lot as we are from Salford and there is nothing posh about that. Though in the mists of time our (on my dad's side) family was something special in Ireland, but then courtsey of some dodgy relative who was a Monk we were excommunicated, something to do with shagging about.

My mum thinks she is a posh but we know she isn't.
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 5:29, Reply)
posh or...
...probably not posh but i served the deputy lord mayor of swansea a pint of guinness earlier tonight.

(ive named it my proudest moment)
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 4:42, Reply)
American Posh
I once had the opportunity to meet James Baker, former President Reagan's Chief of Staff. He is so posh he doesnt have a desk in his office. Just two couches.

So he walks in and is very gracious (one of my buddies is a partner at the firm) and he offers me a Coke. So I say "Why, that would be great!" and he pours it for me, into a glass that was sitting on a stand nearby, with ice. Posh is showing up in your office and having ice, just in case you have a visitor who might like a soda.

Then, I, being relatively posh myself, asked if I might keep the can as a momento. He smiled and said "Sure." He poked his head out of his office and I expected security to show up at any moment.

Two minutes later, an out of breath summer intern showed up with a Sharpie and handed it to Mr. Baker. He SIGNED the can.

Now I am just as posh as him...because I have a can, from which, was poured, by a Former Presidential advisor, a soda, for me.

I sometimes call myself "Old Boy" when I glance in the mirror now.

Cheers!
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 2:18, Reply)
inane legles story

I was sitting reading this QoTW and looked at legless's post and.... realised its someone I knew 10 years ago, even the stories are the same.

I have to say though, they're all true!

Posh enough to hope he doesn't work out who i am and post any stories about me.
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 2:00, Reply)
Posh
I faking hate riff-raff and hoi polli.
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 0:29, Reply)
Well our family used to
own two hotels, a house in Mayfair and have a profitable interest in a utility company.

Then the dog knocked the Monopoly set off the table and fucked that one up royally...
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 0:28, Reply)
I'm descended from norman royalty
I can trace my ancestry back to the norman invasion of 1066

I OWN THIS BLOODY PLACE, YOU LOT CAN FUCK OFF!
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 0:12, Reply)
poshposhposh
i must be reet loaded cos im eating a garlic chicken kiev (marks and spencer no less)
and chips (obviously McCain)

out of interest, has anyone seen that alan partridge episode where he mouths of to that posh farmer?? made me laugh for ages lol
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 23:25, Reply)
Posh twunts etc
I'm not really posh but I like to pretend I am just to wind my mates up. I went to Oxford and met a lot of lovely normal sane people but also a fair amount of posh twunts. I knew a bloke called Pereguine who was so stupid and owned half of Gloucestershire and was "mates" with Prince Charles...I also went to a party at Tom Parker-Bowles' house (went for a laugh with some friends who knew him c'mon it was free booze!) and saw Camilla!!! And yes she looked like a horse then, too...
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 22:42, Reply)
My posh credentials
I never thought I was posh until I moved Up North and the locals made fun of me. Here are my posh credentials:

- I am from Surrey.
- I have a posh voice.
- I went to a private school where we did Latin, needlework and lacrosse (it was like the 1950s)
- My family tree has been traced back to the 14th century. (Mostly because my dad's a Yank and they're obsessed with their heritage).
- When I was a kid, I thought all houses had more than one bathroom.
- When I went to Bradford to visit a friend, he had to translate for his mum because I couldn't understand her.
- I don't think going to university makes you posh.
- I used to own a top hat (this might just mean I'm weird rather than posh though. As I'm a girl).
- ITV was not permitted in our house.
- I have never been to a car boot sale, nor eaten a chip butty.
- I call gherkins 'cornichons'. And I don't pronounce the 's'.
- I go to the opera. And I enjoy it.

Mr Pie likes to make fun of my poshness, especially when I try to persuade him that I am really a woman of the people. Remarks I have come out with (in all sincerity) include:

- "I only put balsamic vinegar on my chips because it was all I had in."
- "My great-grandfather was a plumber you know."
- "I have a working class friend! I do! He lives on a council estate and everything."
- "I only drove my dad's Mercedes once."

Oh, and you know what they say about posh girls? It's all true. ; )
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 20:07, Reply)
i'm so posh
i'm jewish
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 18:39, Reply)
Shotguns - You know, guns that fire shots
My grandad (Capt. Pappers) was in his day v. posh and well connected amongst the denizens of Leicester. Had a good war etc. He's always worth a story or two, anyway:

Anyway, along comes my Dad, Mr. Pappers and his expensive education consisted of being ejected from several posh schools, along with a large bill for repairs, to the despair of his parents.

In the spirit of revenge for all such things, and perhaps with a view to keeping the Pappers bloodline alive, Capt. Pappers decided that when he could no longer safely wield his v. expensive handcrafted shotguns, he would rather give them away - free - than let his troublesome son get his mitts on them.


Is it posh that I nearly had shotguns as an heirloom ?

Legend has it, they were very very nice shotguns.


.
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 18:06, Reply)
Posh - Bertie Dastard - p*ssing in the bath
If you were proper posh, you'd brush your teeth with it. All the Royals do. Have you seen how yellow their teeth are...?
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 16:31, Reply)
Not at all posh but ...
When I was a kid we weren't allowed to watch ITV because it was "common". I still try to avoid it.

I was once in the cludgie in 'The Turf' in Oxford and I overhead some arrogant toff chap braying " ... and so anyway, my Father was standing next to Clement Atlee in the toilets in the House of Commons and he said to him ..." blah, blah, bray, bray. It made me want to kill him, how prejudiced and common of me.
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 16:20, Reply)
I'm the poshest...
I don't wee in the bath or shower like some of your heathens.

I simply piss into the sponge and wring it down the sink.
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 15:57, Reply)
How posh i am
i went to privaye school and this year my uncle got his knighthood my mothers family are lords of some place in scotland lol,
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 15:42, Reply)
I am posh
I wear driving gloves. Even in the summer. Beat that!
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 14:42, Reply)
blowy blowy
this blows big brass blow horns. This is not a comment. more of a tale of horny blowdom. once upon atime i was riding through 'the glen' as one does, when one came across the mostly unsighly of things- a huge and ghastly bag of big brass blow horns. and oh how incredibly horn like they were.
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 14:30, Reply)
.Posh? you don't know the meaning of the word! well, actually it seems some of you do
I have a pony, a swimming pool, a black Labrador, a wax jacket, own half of Oban (place in Scotland, where mother and I holiday), 10 cars, a helicopter, a jet, a monkey, a monkey jet, my own private water supply, various kittens (when they get past 5 months I skin them) o yacht, a dinghy, a coal mine, a feather in my shooting cap, 20 shot guns, three mounted heads of lions, 30 fire places, a dickey bow, a cravat, smoking jacket, hairy ears, a sauna, steam room, a wine cellar that expands under Europe, a little moustache, mutton-chop side burns, a massive coke habit, wellington boots (8 pairs of), my father is my brother, my mum is my girlfriend, an IQ of 51, a unnerving ability to piss of every one in the room at the same time, 8 war medals even though not one member of my family ever fought in the war, a small boy slave ( hee hee, daddy, you can see his ribs) a questionable liking for buggery, a live tiger (white), seven panda skin rugs, a own a pyramid, a gold pair of under wear, a full size portrait above my four poster bed, lots of old stuff and a time machine, just a small one though. The big ones are rather vulgar, donít you know.
Iím away to beat the stable hand. With a gold crop, the little scally-wag.
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 13:59, Reply)
Off topic really....
Seems that many people are using this topic to spin tales of the way they wish thinks were rather than the way they are.

It's amazing what people consider to be the yardstick of poshness, at one stage an indoor toilet was considered posh....
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 13:57, Reply)
I must say...
Lot of controversy and possible deceits here, whatwhat? Who is telling the truth and who is not is becoming rather hard to discern what with all the quarrelling and disputes.

Most unsettling I must say.

As for one's contribution to one's favourite humour board, well, I must say I'm not posh whatsoever. Me sir? Posh? No no no no, not at all sir/madam.
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 13:10, Reply)
Posh? Moi?
I'm not posh. At least so nanny used to tell me.
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 13:02, Reply)
My distant relatives are posh
I'm told that my grandfather on my Dad's side is distantly related to the earls of Warwick and County Durham (therefore so am I)

On my grandmothers side I'm directly descended from Thomas Monk the celebrated boat builder and inventer of the "Monkey Boat", We're getting a boat in a few months, He would be so proud.

Other than that not posh at all.
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 12:39, Reply)
And another encounter
with a posh person. I went to a pub one night somewhere near Harley street. The pubs all turned out, and I found myself in need of a piss. I went over to what I thought was an alleyway, and proceeded to relieve myself. The door next to me opened, and an old lady with one of those scrawny mink things round her neck stepped out and stared straight at me and then my todger.

She hissed 'disssGUSTING' at me in a very posh voice, and then hit me (quite hard, actually) with her umbrella. I pissed myself laughing (literally), and she stomped off into the night. I had actually been pissing on her front doorstep. Sorry about that.
(, Wed 21 Sep 2005, 12:30, Reply)

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