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I want details of ancestry, number of surnames, expense of education, THE WORKS.
she went to uni with my best mate but she's Scottish so that kind of ruins her poshness
She's from Yorkshire though *shrug*
Is she by any chance an ex-lawyer who has just moved to BVI?
she's an artist with lovely red hair (I think she was an interior designer for a bit)
Scottish posh people are even more posh. Like the woman who plays Ygritte in game of thrones. Watch an interview with her irl. She's Scottish landed gentry and grew up in a castle.
I know quite a few Scottish people who are so posh they sound English.
but it's still Scottish (I was thinking less posh compared to the rah/toff/sloane types n_s mentioned down there)
she's sounds very English. The 'Lady' I know doesn't sound like her. Their castle is near Largs.
pretty much how I generally get perceieved
so pretty high up
that is in no way related to Gloucester for legal reasons
someone get yewtree on the line
the barbecue Bruceington, what what.
he was really nice, just a cheery stoner, had our local regional accent.
He used to have these parties at his house in the countryside, which was a MASSIVE barn conversion, and when we'd head in, his grandad would be sat in a leather armchair wearing a smoking jacket and would greet us.
In their toilet, they had a family tree displayed on the back of the door which showed how they were descended from Edward III.
He was officially the poshest person I've ever met, but he wasn't a rah/toff/Sloane, which made him seem not very posh at all. Oh yeah and he went to my school which was the local comprehensive (admittedly in the Cotswolds, which is pretty posh in general I suppose).
his brother's name is percy
he has a family crest
his family apparently have a legitimate claim to lincoln castle
are the shaw stewarts. They're really nice. Our old nanny left us to go and nanny their kids. I loved her :(
I used to know the van cutsems but not been in touch for about 5 years.
Tom parker-bowles (genuinuely a very nice guy) used ot live across the road from me wqhen I was at uni.
Oh god, so many people from uni. Thank god i don't suffer easily from inferiority (slight understatement perhaps.)
So, I don't really know many posh people any more, but I guess those I do know are pretty posh. I find genuinely posh people fascinating. And by that I mean in terms of 'wealth' rather than 'cash'. the seriously landed but lacking in self awareness as to 'money', not the social climbing polo set with their designer clothes. The shabbiness of true poshos is just amazing.
she always wore muddy boots and trousers, a baseball cap, and smelled faintly of horses. It would have been hard to guess if you didn't recognise her that she was an actual princess.
some of them don't actually have enough cash to keep their crumbling estates in order (DOWNTON!!!!11) so they're more likely to prefer a practical battered old volvo or land rover to a ferrari, and a wax jacket, that lasts 100 years if carefully rewaxed, to ralph lauren togs.
regarding the guy I know.
He and his father were on a TV show called 'Crisis At The Castle' and it looked to be in quite a state. At some point in their lineage, the ability to be financially prudent has cost many of the landed gentry dear - it's why the National Trust were able to buy up so many of their properties before the war.
was this the incredibly sweary posh gent? If so he was amazing.
must be about 10 years ago now about the Fulfords or something.
They were landed gentry living in the decaying pile as they couldn't afford the upkeep and weore like troopers. Stange mix of posh english ecentrics but still cash poor (relativly).
As bad as any of the sort you'd see on Benefits Street, them lot.
CV: "what floor would you like"
TBO: "the top floor"
TBO: "and 3 from the bottom"
CV: "fuck off"
TBO "actually, can you consolidate all the floors into one easy to manage floor"
CV: "fuck off"
Went to uni with people who went to rugby and eton and stuff but they were all jebends.
He was probably the 'least posh' posh person at uni - there were a lot of ex-public school types in my halls of residence, and quite a few Old Etonians in the same block as me and they were more stereotypically posh/aggressive/condescending than he was.
Nice guy, if a little shambling and maybe not quite with a handle on the modern world.
She has "Lady Dowager" in her name.
Nice chap although has myriad issues. Most of which stem from his upbringing/time at Eton I think.
Used to live with a Lady. Daughter of a Duke and a Duchess. Think they're more your `hippyish land-owning` gentry rather than out and out wealth merchants. Cash poor/asset rich that kinda gig.
Wealthiest person I know is worth over £300million. She's pretty posh.
godson (think I told you this before) who is a nice bloke as it goes. Loads of other posh cunts here at work though who are total bellends obviously.
one guy who was 15th in line to the throne or something, one guy called Octavian who hung up dead pheasants he shot in his boiler cupboard in halls. Obviously I never hung out with them as they lost interest immediately when they found out I was from glasgow despite being from a fairly middle class background. Couldn't help notice the londoners there respond with complete boredom upon discovering that anybody was from somewhere with "industrial heritage".
The crushing social insecurity I suffered made sure that I turned into the progressive, socially conscious person/bitter shoulder-chipped failure (delete as appropriate) that I am today.
Hi octavian if you're reading this, which you probably are considering what googling your name brings up
I got in trouble actually after I posted on here during freshers week about meeting somebody with a funny posh name here and they obviously found it then anonymously emailed me on facebook cryptically saying I should be careful what I say on blogs, which is fair enough. She turned out to be nice too actually.
most of them are deeply shit but you do get the occasional rough diamond, or at least folks who sense there's more to humanity than their foot stomping on a prole's face forever
Most of the really posh people were nice because nothing's ever gone wrong for them so why shouldn't they be.
The worst people I met their were the incredibly tory yet "not really interested in politics" middle englanders who subconsciously tried to dress like their mums and dads, aping their prim jumpers and barbour jackets, but with garish trainers on, or the londoners that went to those hip private schools whose outwardly "arty" sensibilities made the perfect cover for their personality bypass and disgustingly snobbish attitude
made the perfect cover for their personality bypass and disgustingly snobbish attitude
...trying my utmost not to be this person, and resenting to the hilt those who are, is probably my number 1 deep-fucken-fried chip on shoulder & source of cant
We all need to COP (check our privelege) from time to time
and is probably one of the biggest brains in the country. Their family is pretty posh. Can't put too many details on as he has a wikipedia page innit.
Used to know some fella whose entire family went to Rugby. They weren't too posh though. Had a tennis court, swimming pool, an outhouse and quadbikes at their massive fuck off house though.
Obviously - they were all complete wreckheads. Boarding school and ready access to drugs and alcohol will do that.
Goldfish pond in the back garden.
You wouldn't know it to look at him.
His house was ludicrous... just massive and with loads of expensive art just scattered around the place.
There were quite a few kids of very well connected Establishment people here (household names very high up in their fields) but they weren't really posh, they were more that liberal middle class Islington intelligentsia tribe, a lot of whom went to Sussex University.
my university acquaintances
in roughly that order
just went on a £10k boar shooting weekend
like it was just 'good times' ... not right.
that is truly not understanding the value of money...
my boyfriend grew up in a 12 bedroom gothic semi-mansion in its own 20 acre estate. dad is an ex multi millionaire, family owned most of a victorian seaside town at one stage.
needless to say, they aren't rich now, and the said mansion is in a state of serious disrepair and has been turned into a crazy man amusement park (think guns, motorbikes, boats, decaying cars, unfinished DIY projects and home-made skateboard parks)
despite the private school education (until age of 10) and insanely posh address, probably actually the least 'posh' seeming person ever
people who went to private school and were able & willing to deconstruct its generally abysmal sociodynamics will generally make an effort to outwardly renounce poshness (hi)
getting removed from private school due to family going bankrupt and getting chucked into a really shit comprehensive in a dodgy town probably has more of an effect on renouncing poshness than having to make a concious effort to do so.
at least an implicit element of opposition or even antagonism - I suppose you intended an ambient 'cold reading' of his neutral state, though, so fair play
as it sounds fucking amazing
spent two weeks at her winter home outside Marrakesh, mostly stoned out of our gourds watching bootleg Pixar films. Went to Cambridge and is now married to a Russian businessman; her family hired out a big portion of Kew Gardens for the ceremony. Really nice, intelligent woman, although fucking appalling taste in men.
they're ridiculous, live in a maaassive house in richmond & go to school with roman abramovich's daughter i think. they're pretty nice but me and my sister always feel kind of self conscious around them
I think her parents have got sky AND a spare bedroom
but he's not that posh.
My brother in law's wife has a double barreled surname and her family appear to own half of south Wales.
how could that ugly stick of a scag be called "posh"? Gawd, every one of her photos make me want to heave.
I say 'know' - i've met him on a number of occasions, though i'm not entirely sure he'd remember my name.
Either way, he's the wealthiest MP in parliament (and also one of the nicest). Back in the days when I worked in Westminster the tale was that, in terms of land, he actually owns more than half his constituency. No idea if it's true or not, but it's conceivable.
Oh yeah, and this is this 'house': http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/98/Englefield_House_-_geograph.org.uk_-_1824880.jpg
I tend to find old money people are usually nice and kind and pretty normal. It's the new money people that are the problem. Y'know like the Middletons and that.
who does her big shop at waitrose!
Then spent four years at Oxford. So, erm... I dunno.
The most outwardly posh person I know wasn't at all wealthy, but just exuded this air of poshness and wealth while just maxing out overdrafts and credit cards. He used this superpower to punch well above his weight in the shagging gullible posh/aspirationally posh/impressionable students stakes, so fair play to him.
I work for them. Great bunch of lads.