right people, lets cleanse our souls
ill go first
.becoming overly accustome to twigs and balls as objects for furnishing the house
whos next
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right people, lets cleanse our souls
ill go first
.becoming overly accustome to twigs and balls as objects for furnishing the house
whos next
where's alex?....
just leave it wont you!
he knows i'm kidding, jack! :P
Your parents
pretending you have a new brother when in fact it is just a squirrel in action man's clothes...
lol
What was his first name?
Squire-Leon Foley
I should have really known, in fact i dont think they hid the fact he was a squirrel, god rest his wee fluffy heart
you may think
i have got my classes confused...but no...lower classes use real children, but still dress them in action man's clothes, then just leaves and bits of cast of squirrel
well,
My mum and dad dressed a mouse in little action man's clothes. They called him Stuart.
that's a Little hard to believe
^ zing
very good sir.
ta
Having photographs taken of the whole family
Once a year, every year. Often taken in "amusing" and "interesting" ways, such as running together towards the camera, doing star jumps, rolling forwards, etc.
^ this is not somethign i have ever done
is it common? cos thats odd!
Driving
a Sinclair CV round one's tennis court. What what.
mowing
constant fucking mowing.
having a gardener
trumps that im afraid. i win.
Have maid...
...called Mi. Winner.
P.s. I am a Jenkins arn't I?
it depends
what are your views on jet ski's?
a rare holiday treat only if you have been good
or dusty in the garage
?
Well,
I have a head that is just a continuation of my kneck. Does that mean I'm part of the J-clan? Have I been initiated?
your in brother
go fetch a maxi bon from the freezer and eat it whilst it melts on your pool brushed skin.
feel that my son.
your in the middle now my boy
soccer!
snapping at people
who call the loo a 'toilet'
the sofa 'a settee'
and a napkin 'a serviette'
also...not coming downstairs on a thursday morrning between 9-12
for fear of bumping into mrs pugh the cleaners.
shes 'orrible
boxing day = champagne at the hunt meet
having the living room tv disguised in an antique cupboard
boxing day = hockey match and then champagne and cider
having sanded wooden floors everywhere
Never having any privacy
or secrets within your own home. Sodding cleaners.
And
not being able to tolerate anyone with a poor grasp of grammar.
Sodding
cleaners.
No
This is called 'an education'.
Not true
I know several highly educated people who don't even knowwhich form of 'there' to use.
OK
It's called 'paying attention during your education'. Right?!
mummy AND daddy
:D
I've become overly self depracating.
.
having parents who read the Guardian, and are a textiles artist and a lecturer at a former polytechnic
going to a state school where half your peers take cocaine
national trust family membership
divorce.
talkin' in slang tae fit in wi' the hard kids at school
talkin' in slang tae fit in wi the hard folk at work
'n no' really knowin' wit' yer oan aboot!
Going on a football trip aged 15 and being the only non smoker
Not being allowed posters on your bedroom walls.
Getting told off for dismantling the new sofa to make a fort.
sip of wine with sunday lunch from the age of 12
sparkling and still table water, always
your parents dinner parties where everyone
gets embarrassingly drunk
choir/orchestra rehearsals
slowly learning about your family's various mental illnesses, and hoping you don't inherit any of them
^truths
yes to 1,3,4 and 5
^ all of these
except the sparkling water!
this makes me wanna laugh
and cry my eyes out at the same time
MTFU tristan
^ boys called 'tristan'!
yep!
totally!
i'm so destined for a media job
that i don't feel like i need to do anything in life
i feel your pain
but dont cry, you've probably inherited a good addiction to wine to cover your serious depression, drink your sorrows away instead.
yeah
my grandmother basically died of alcoholism and my cousin has been in hospital because he is 27 and his liver is so fucked he sometimes hallucinates
i can hardly wait to have a wine addiction.
meh
I'd take alcoholism over manic depression and schizophrenia.
ALL OF THIS
god.
orchestra and choir practice
]:
crushing sense of both social inadequecy and responsibility
inability to be earnest about anything as it's somehow "not intellectual"
Drinking coffee like it was water
Neurosis
Actually, reading this thread, i'm not as middle class as I thought
My dad re-married with a woman 10 years younger than him who reads the guardian and pays someone to recycle her tetrapack because you can't do it elsewhere and thinks a toyota prius is "the way to go" instead of just using public transport.
They have a 2 year old son, my half brother. They're giving him special organic lunches to take to his montesori nursery when he goes, because "unnatural" food could kill him stone dead, obviously. I worry about him turning into the future personification of all my resentments.
god
i went to one of those nurserys :(
im officialy middle class.
and it looks like i'm not anymore!
Hey brilliant! I'm off to "pull" a "bird" and watch "the footy" or somesuch! Pakis go home! Corn beef hash etc etc
its corned beef hash
man those council estate types are going to eat you alive.
shut it, posh-o
I bet you're GAY or something, GAYER. I hate dem gays, I do. I'll fight you, i swear! Have at you!
i believe the term is "shirt lifer"
2-0 to the toffs. Oh yes.
I with you yes_ I'm no where near as middle class as I thought
after reading some of this thread.
I actually just think it's that a lot of people on here don't want to class themselves as "posh"
guardian, coffee, organic stuff, apple macs, state school, permanent sense of dissapointment that you weren't taught an instrument at a younger age = middle class
Violin lessons, private school, holiday homes, sunday dinners with nice china = posh
.
guardian, coffee, organic stuff, apple macs, state school, permanent sense of dissapointment that you weren't taught an instrument at a younger age = middle class
^ basically my life. if you add in fear of mental illness, never getting over your parents divorce, and the National Trust, and holidays to Cornwall and the Hebrides rather than abroad.
also
your parents being very successful, working class products of the grammar school system!
and also discovering indie and stuff at the age of 14/15 after realising you're a massive freak.
My parents divorce is especially funny
my mums from a definitively "working class" family, and my dad from a pretty posh one, so I guess that made me middle. When they split up my dad went a bit posher and my mum went back to a bit more working class. I'm technically the only middle class one left.
Cue more resentment. Middle class basically = resentment.
hahah true
good call
It's almost my life
However, mine reads more Daily Express, coffee, food from Waitrose and M&S regardless of healthy qualities, a PC from the age of 4, state school, permanent sense of dissapointment that you weren't taught an instrument at a younger age.
Especially the instrument part.
Violin lessons, private school, holiday homes, sunday dinners with nice china = posh
Thats spot on for me but by no stretch of the imagination am I posh.
getting frustrated
that i dont seem as middle as i once thought.
ive been living a lie.
Michael......your aspirational.
You dream of working in the Woking branch of PC World. But it's never gonna happen.
Never gonna happen.
P.s.
Seriously though...rest assured. You support Fulham.
being an exxxpat
grammar skool
covers on the sofas so they don't get soiledtarnishedsulliedbesmirched
covers on the sofa...
that's not being middle class.
that's being an old lady.
Ol' Auntie Macassar
that's my dad you're talking about
:(
monday: tennis lessons
tuesday: art lesson
wednesday: ballet lesson
thursday: violin lesson
friday: swimming AND art lessons
satirday morning: orchestra
sunday morning: church
Wow "middle class" in england seems like something different from up here
i'd call you "posh" if I met you. Though I bet there are tonnes of private school posh-os on here. Where else do they get the money to buy all those vinyl records from?
as an assured middler all my life
i actually feel a bit innadequate with these tales of private school, organic dinners, violin lessons and what not.
having resented my parents for foisting a middle class lifestyle upon me to the derision of my friends, ill now resent them for not making it middle enough.
thats it now mum
no more burger and beans
i ate burger and beans
and alphabites my entire childhood though!
I had spaghetti...
...that was shaped like Power Rangers. and Potato Smiley's.
fuck me.
You're Thomas 'toffee-nosed'' Perkins.
And
having all those lessons at home.
what!
no!
not at home!
and i dont know...every middle class child in my area of town had all those things?
the posh kids were in another league...its not like i play polo..go to a 'public' school or say yah not yes
DIY on a sunday
The
caretaker's day off.
Having parents that insisted on watching Songs of Praise.
Having a parent sit on either the Parish Council or the Board of Governors for your local school.
^ good one
^
spot on
Seriously, That's just posh!
You're posh!
Not really.
Just the countrified middle classes.
^ both :(
and if you're Catholic: your mum doing the readings at mass and your dad doing the Eucharistic ministry.
In a strange way...
This appeals to me. The repression experienced by having two ecclesiastical parents creates quite an interesting dynamic in a household. It seems alien to me, though.
proud that your on the county tennis team
parents endlessly moaning about the quatro being stolen and subsequently written off.
going to a "special" nursery and primary school.
Holidays to rural France.
holidays to your Uncle Valentino's villa
and have him take you out in the new yacht
is this a euphemism?
nope
i normally think this is really cool, but now i just think yes_ is going to call me posh
he made chandeliers too
"Uncle Valentino"
Is this Casanova in boating shoes?
big bums and willies
Hey i've got 5 of them!
I MUST be middle class.
what, five bums and willies?
Yeah.
As I said, there's a lot of resentment that goes with it.
i bet its really tough
for your neighbours to compete with that
Having relatives that live hundreds of miles away.
And not just down the road.
^
yes!
^ see above
having boden
catologues and old issues of country living or good housekeeping in neat piles in the cloakroom by the loo
Oh dear, Country Living...
'Neat piles'.
:(
see also
framed pictures of old fashioned comic strips from newspapers (giles etc) on the walls of the loo
Or Readers Digest...
...and a Loo-roll cover.
private eye too!
also really old classic car magazines from the 70s
oh dear
For some reason...
...my Nan used to have a figurine of Skeletor in her lavvy.
NOOOO COUNTRY LIVING
is the bane of my life. when im older im going to paint my house lime green.
Horse-riding lessons (in Windsor Great Park)
Piano lessons
Wine
Refusing to eat the corned beef and baked beans that the childminder insisted on serving for lunch
Being a bit scared of the cleaners
Parents checking homework after you've done it and making you correct all your mistakes
hahahah
my childminders used to give me corned beef
EURGH
i got through 8 childminders :/
My childminders
always seemed to do the same meal every day. One always did corned beef, beans and lemonade that smelled like washing up liquid, and another always did ham and boiled potatoes (possibly out of a can).
That's all posh
yeah man
this guys need to hop off our bourgois train and stick to their upper suppers
no way
i refuse to belive my family is posh
dead middle class really
honestly!
Your name's "athene"
You're posh. Embrace it.
hmmm
i know...
it sounds posh...but relitavly speaking to the rest of the middle class population of bristol im not at the top!
at least im not called Georgina or Tilly or somthing
*these
Haha
The horseriding is a bit posh. The rest isn't that posh - half the kids at my primary school probably had piano lessons. My mum used to drive me mad with the homework checking. She'd always do it sneakily after I'd gone to bed, so I had to do the corrections in the morning.
2, 3 and 6: yes.
As for the rest, I'm going to have to say yes to yes_ on those.
having dinner with two folk called Vittorio and Elizabetta
then finding out they're a count and countess and Elizabetta is (what Dad ever-so grandly calls her) "the Last of the Foscaris"
:D
that sounds awsome!
add onto that...going to dinner with my godmother who lives in a national trust manor in oxfordshire
...
You're pushing the boundaries of the upper middle classes right to the limit here...
BUT
were not rich or anything?
both my folks work really hard to pay for my relitavly small school fee's..both my sisters had to get schoolarships to go to my school..we take modestholidays in england or scotland AND we have an old volvo
Fair enough.
It just saw the mentioning of godmothers in manors and counts coming to tea at poptimus' house, that's all.
they didn't come to my house
fuck no.
i went to their palazzo in Venice, obviously.
Sounds pretty cool.
<3
too good
"the last of the foscaris"
isnt that a film with keira knightly
maybe
Byron wrote a play about her great x whatever grandfather called "The Two Foscari", or something.
mine was a gag
but that....that...is ...amazing
i don't really think of myself as middle class
but more of the transititional generation in both my parent's families, since their families were miners or peasants...
i'm definitely the most middle class person in my family. i apparently demanded to go to nursery when i was 3, because it was my "right," then demanded that i be taught a musical instrument...
i was also a childhood vegetarian, but out of my own moral choice.
Being the third best primary school at cricket in Scotland, choir, violin, omg tenor recorder, entering tennis tournaments, netball club, badminton... most sports.
passive Archers listening
orange-spined Penguins and Private Eyes in the loo
houses with no numbers, only names
cafetieres
:D
sunday afternoons with radio 4 on in the background, gardiners question time YAY
god
i really fucking hate gqt
its the worst
its in the sort of dead time on sunday afternoons inbetween the church programs and tge afternoon drama
all the people asking questions have lame lame voices and all the people who annswer try and be funny
fail ]:
non-repro enamel breadbins from the 50s
fake verdigris finishes on metal garden furniture
intentionally unmatching dinnerware
Over-analysing everything.
Quartet rehearsals in the front room every Monday night.
Subtle snobbery when discussing current events.
Dad getting very slightly tipsy at the dinner table and telling awful jokes.
Public speaking classes.
The threat of mental illness.
As you approach adulthood, realisation of a 'silver spoon' mentality and the lack of practical skills you have.
my mum and sister
had public speaking lessons when they were petite
AWFUL
I had them until my teacher died :(
I got as far as grade 6. It's actually pretty hilarious, as I was basically pushed into it in an attempt to improve my social skills..
THE MIDDLE-CLASS CREDENTIALS OF HAVING A SKELETOR FIGURE IN YOUR TOILET??
i could post in both threads, really - but I will do it all here instead.
...growing up in the not so classy side of Lanarkshire, you know, the bit that dearest Maggie tortured, til I was 10.
Parents divorced
Then living in a council flat with my mother - it was like the bronx....
then moving in with father and his wife in stunning Aberdeenshire, attending American school for a lengthy period, travelling a tad and generally developing a taste for the finer things in life.
Only to have my illusions shattered when reminded that I actually had to pull my finger out and do some work if I wanted anything in life....but this is where my humble beginnings rescued me. Or so I say.
By the looks of it, i'm ridiculously middle class
maybe i'm posh and don't know it?
what makes one posh?
Referring to yerself as 'One'
posh factors:
If you ever owned a horse or went horse riding
If you got instrument lessons up to a grade higher than 5
If you bought your car new
House had more than 2 "extra" bedrooms
Went to private school
Trained to "compete" in things
check
1,2,3,5
oh
did you buy your
horse new...for stables with two extra rooms...whilst playing violin to a grade 6 level with your horse's hair being used as the bow strings...whilst performing in a recital at an all girls school?
that would be awesome
hahhaa
no...
i simply had one or two riding lessons..play the violin to grade 6...went to an all girls school and competitvly trained.
wait. thats
1,2,5,6,
fail
i can tick 4 of them.
and i am still no clearer.
How many posh factors make you posh?
I only did 1.
Not qualifying for student grants.
:(
^this
Bastard means-testing.
Sooo much this^
I'm a fake middle-class citizen.
I read The Guardian yet i reside in a miniature semi-detached home.
Living on St George's Hill, Weybridge.
Weybridge is shit
Thank God I'm scum
Not being allowed to watch ITV.
I win.
Pot pourri
Piano in the study
Bidet
Hardback editions of the OED
TV in a cabinet
The option to eat at the kitchen table or in the dining room
Proper coffee
Golf lessons
Lladro collection
Gathering around on advent sundays
to perform songs.
Performing made-up pantomimes with the cousins for the delectation of the adults after Christmas dinner.
Long walks in the country
Not having a VCR
Being bought UN peacekeepers instead of toy soldiers.
social isolation
I grew up in the countryside and went to an all boys private school, so i had to be driven in every morning and home every afternoon for an hour. As a result of this i didnt speak to a girl til i was almost 16 when i moved house.
obviously i didnt have a clue how to speak to them, what to say etc. so my social existence was stunted by a looooooong way!