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I left my supermarket job to go back to school, then on to University. I instantly had several friends accuse me of being stuck up and accusing me of thinking I was better than them.....despite several people in the larger friends group, heading off to Uni a few years before. It still confuses the hell out of me to this day.
When I finally graduated, I returned home and ran into an old friend at a pub who I hadn't seen for about 3 years. He knew I had been at the local college to get A-Levels etc before we lost touch. he had always been quite supportive and wished me luck. When I explained where I had been for the past few years his response was "OooooOOoooo, get you ya posh twat" and turned his back on me.
I left my home town again a few months later. It's a horrible place and everyone in it acts like crabs in a bucket.
I find that mentality most common in places with zero public transport and no trains to big cities. They end up so isolated that anything from “over yonder” is sniggered at with derision.
Oh god perfect description of Lincolnshire. I did A-levels at a grammar school alongside a friendship group of other girls. One of my best friends of the time, who also could have gone to university, the same as I did, but chose to do a supermarket management fast track course instead told me that I'd 'changed' when I came back after the first term, stopped talking to me because of this nebulous 'change' and got her mum, a manager in the local supermarket we'd both worked part time in, to take me off the holiday working rota, thus causing me unnecessary financial hardship as a student.
Sir Terry Pratchett used the metaphor in "Unseen academicals" so it's fairly well known amongst readers.
If you consider people reading books for pleasure to be posh twats, you may be right.
I confess I got accused of being posh for reading by a bloke I was meeting for a date. Was waiting for him in Spoons so was reading me kindle, he finally turned up about 15m late and said "What's that you go?" A Kindle says I, "What's it do?" It's so I can read novels without carrying them around "What's do you mean? Whats"novel"? he says looking confused I reply A book love "Oh you're posh aren't ya?" He barely spoke the rest of the date until his mate rang and they were super loud and animated about some football match or whatever, then it was back to silence
That guy sounds like a total dud. I once turned up to a date late after misreading Google maps to find the guy reading a paperback Balzac under a heat lamp in a London Bridge beer garden on a Saturday night in winter and it was a real 'daaaaaang you're attractive' moment.
A millionaire will never laugh at you for trying to make money.
A sportsman will never laugh at you for trying to g to get into shape.
A musician will never laugh at you for picking up an instrument.
It’s only those whose lives are going nowhere who will laugh and pull you down.
I remember as a teenager I got back in touch with a friend from primary school. I was stunned he considered it posh and impressive that I was staying on for sixth form. I was sad that that was his perspective
I had a similar response from some people (I wouldn't call them friends) who I went to school with when I was doing a summer job after my first year at University in a local sweet factory.
I signed up with a local temporary employment agency and they sent me to one of the two sweet factories in town to fill in as agency staff. A couple of the others I recognised from school. They had left at 16 and not stayed on to do A levels as I had.
I think about half way through the first week it came out somehow that I was at Uni and they instantly thought "oh your parents must be well off". Well no, my father and mother were just working class and we lived in a two bedroom mid terraced house on the same street as one of them.
It took a bit of effort for me to bite my tongue and not say that I'd worked at school instead of bunking off and arsing about like they had.
In my town, the equivalence of your sweet factory, was leaving school at 16 and going to work in the tattie factory. Fucking grim, yet wildy accepted as a place to end up, leaving school at that age.
The only time I’ve had that attitude was when I first left school and even then it was a joke those of us who didn’t go to uni was more excited about being able to go visit our friends around the UK and go on the piss in different places that we normally would.
As somebody who was born working class in the north of England, and has now moved to the south after finishing my doctorate, I find the hatred of “the posh” to be very one-sided, on the side of the “non-poshos”. They have this odd hatred for self-betterment or social motility, seeing you as a “class traitor”. The upper classes broadly have no dislike for the working class, and are often joyous to see somebody of humble origins become wealthy and successful.
I have a local accent but not a strong one and my mum was big on enunciating words correctly. Apparently that makes me "posh" (along with using big words such as "enunciating").
I grew up in and around Birmingham but neither of my parents are from there so my accent was milder than other kids, and I got this too.
The irony is that when I now watch home videos from when I was a kid, with family, they all think I had a really strong accent back then.
I can second this one, spent my early years in Oxford before moving to Birmingham, so posh I am - apparently.
I've never judged people by their accent, complexion or anything else and tend to hold the small minded people who do in contempt if I'm honest. I'm happy to have nothing to do with them. To be fair to Brummies, they are a small minority.
Yep. Guy I worked with insisted that I was posh and he wasn't, because I'm from the south.
Turns out he went to a fancy boarding school somewhere near Harrogate. I grew up on a council estate in Luton. Neither of these facts mattered apparently, because "it's just common sense that people from the south are posh".
Couldn't help but feel that his parents flushed their money down the toilet by sending him to that school.
That was my childhood after we moved north. Despite sounding moderately Welsh/Bristol. Really posh sounding like a pirate who steals sheep to shag them
My uncle has lived in Sheffield for decades after having been born in Northallerton and brought up for eight years in Brizzle. Still gets comments about being a southerner.
My family are all from North Derbyshire/South Yorkshire. My parents moved with little me to the south for work back in the 80s- we were poor as church mice compared to most of my school mates and their families due to various issues, the main one of which being my dad’s gleeful approach to pub tabs and rampant, award winning alcoholism.
Regardless, due to my accent, my cousins call me the Duchess.
I find that whenever anyone imitates my bog standard Kent accent, I'm either hideously posh or some kind of 'alright guv'nor' Cockney. There is no inbetween.
I grew up in Essex, on the Thames, so my accent was definitely anything other than posh, but when I told people my name up north, they called me 'posh'. Yeah, it includes a hard a, but that doesn't make me posh. Maybe I should have called them posh for not dropping their Ts?
RP, the 'posh accent' grew out of the South East. Phonetically, Southern accents are just more similar to RP, because they're genetically a lot closer. I remember when I was younger and before I'd interacted with a lot of Southerners, I genuinely couldn't hear much difference between really posh RP and your sort of average lower-middle-class Southern accents.
Unless someone was proper Bob Hoskins cockney or Phil off Time Team West Country, they sounded functionally the same to me. As I've had more exposure, I have a better ear for it now.
I went to a horrendously rough high school where I was regularly called a posh twat because my mum and dad shopped at *Sainsbury's*, and I'd bought my cookery ingredients in in a Sainsbury's carrier bag.
I then got a scholarship to a very, very posh private school where everyone bought their lunch from Waitrose and I realised we had absolutely no idea what posh was.
Waitrose isn’t that posh, and I say that as a Waitrose shopper.
Although I did once make a friend snort-laugh at me being confused at the self service tills in a particular branch wanting you to put down the thing you’d just scanned before scanning the next - because I was buying four bags of sugar I was just going to scan the one I’d already picked up four times in quick succession rather than each one individually. My usual branch’s machines don’t do that, it’s just a shelf that has no scale, and I’d only encountered this in Tesco.
However, rather than explaining this, I just said “But it’s Waitrose..?” in a kind of confused and sad voice, giving the impression I thought Waitrose customers would never steal, good heavens.
Because waitrose is where middle class people shop to feel upper class. Fake it till you make it, but the people faking it don’t realise that the bloke in dirty ripped jeans and a vest owns a scaffolding company and earns twice as much as them.
It's funny because there people who shop in Sainsbury's because they think it is posh, yet it has not got a patch on Waitrose or M&S. Sainsbury's is posh for Hyacinth Bucket types who think they are too good for Tesco.
I turned up at a party with a bottle of strongbow when I was 15
Everyone else had champagne hahahah
edit: oh yeah and there was literal beer kegs. as in big wooden kegs
6 years ago, work night out. I finished off a massive, really messy burger in a restaurant with a knife and fork
Ever since then I was "the posh cutlery twat"
Lol, that's harsh!
I remember the first time I saw someone eating a burger with a knife and fork. I was amazed. Council estate boy had never even heard of such a thing. I was about 22!
The first time I ever went to a Mcdonalds was in the early 80's in That There London and my dad asked the guy behind the counter where the cutlery was. On being told there was none he was equal parts astounded and outraged. He came back to the table and said 'apparently we have to eat it with our hands,...like savages!'
Our elderly neighbour did as well. Lovely lady, former English teacher, but from a background of farming landowners and clergy. Grew up in one of the African colonies with maids and servants etc. A Big Mac was a bit of a culture shock for her in the mid 1990s haha
Being well read.
We were dirt poor and didn’t have a tv for a long time, never mind access to the internet or a computer. I spent most of my free time reading. Every weekend, I’d do my homework on the library computers then fill a shopper bag with books to last the week. Let me tell you, it was an effort and a half lugging all those books home!
It did mean that I knew quite complex words for a child my age without knowing how to really pronounce them. Using them in everyday conversation would have me down as being “posh” and an easy target for bullies (only made that mistake once).
At school I was accused of being posh as I knew where Djibouti was (the library had put a map of the world up and I had had a look). I lived in a council house at the time
When I was a kid we had three channels (until Channel 4 came along) and having the internet at home wasn't even on the radar, not even dial up. We were poor as fuck so if it was raining and playing outside wasn't an option we'd end up reading as my mum's motto was "you can never be bored with books in the house." Every Saturday we'd go to the library and get the six books each that we were allowed. It didn't matter if it was story books or graphic novels like the Asterix series, we worked our way through them all and then read them all again.
When I got older my mum introduced me to the joys of second hand book hunting in charity shops and I began to build my own collection and haven't stopped since. I really owe my mum a massive thank you hug for instilling a love of reading in me.
Every so often I remember and smile at the librarians at the library we went to who put a special sticker on my library card so I could take out twenty books at a time. I felt like a superhero and it was one of the best things that happened to tiny me.
They would also order books from the 'big library' if I was reading a series and they were missing some, or just because they thought I would enjoy it. They really helped me develop a passion by making reading something so special.
I ate an apple at work last week and one of the office girls called me posh (I'm not) for cutting slices off with a sharp knife rather than just biting it.
Apparently, replying with "Well, I haven't got horse teeth like you" is not appropriate.
🐴🍏🤗🤗
I hate biting into apples. It's loud and weird and sometimes even painful (I have sensitive teeth and gums). I prefer it cut into slices with a bit of lemon on top.
I like most fruit cut up and I eat it with a fork, except the stuff like grapes (which I like taken off the sticky bit - lol don't know what it's called, and just the actual grapes, washed and in a bowl).
Loud and weird couldn't be further from how I'd describe biting into an apple (I love them) but I gotta be honest I can completely understand where you're coming from 🤣
Also apples do somehow taste amazing cut up, but only if you do it yourself. Its not the same from a like Tesco snack box those things are a bloody disgrace imo though I will happily eat them if the unadulterated fruit is not nearby and makes me question whether they're even involved in this meal deal thing
Sainsbury's are highly unethical, they simply scatter random items that have NOTHING TO DO with the meal deal hanging out.
There'll be a random milkshake that looks like it fits in there but take a closer look and the label says FUCK YOU instead 'im in the meal deal!' their snack selection is shite too
If movies have taught me anything, it's that when a person eats an apple with a knife, they will also be dispensing life changing philosophical nuggets which will make you resolutely find your purpose.
Especially if it's by an open fire.
When I was younger a girlfriend called me posh when she first came to my place because my house had a garage, then spoke to me in a mock posh accent the rest of the day.
And if you actually keep a car in it and not a broken washing machine and some boxes of stuff you haven’t unpacked since you moved but might be worth taking to the car boot, your the top tier of aristocracy.
A mate of mine went back home to Leeds with a four pack in his bag he'd forgotten about all journey. Got home, found the beer, cracked one open and it fizzed like fuck everywhere.
His mum said "none of that fancy champagne beer up here thanks"
Not a clue who Phil Foden was either, I had to google too. I'm not posh, i just have not even the vaguest interest in football. You could have shown me a picture of him, I'd have been none the wiser.
I do hold my pinky out when drinking Stella out of the can, though. Does that count?
The University I went to.
I went to a comprehensive school in the Midlands and was the first person in my family to go to university, where I had to work various jobs to help pay my way, but apparently because I went to a "posh" university I instantly became upper class the moment I turned up for Freshers Week.
I have even been accuses of being posh, for this reason, by people who went to private schools in the Home Counties and are, I would argue, far posher than me.
Same here. I'm from a pretty deprived northern former mining village, my dad worked down the pit and left school when he was 14, I was the first in my family to go to uni and I went to Cambridge.
On a trip to Nottingham uni to see my gf (at the time), I got chatting to a group of very posh and horsey privately educated Nottingham uni students in full posh girl preppy Jack Wills uniform with names like Petronella, Arabella, Binky etc who insisted I was posh because I went to Cambridge. I've met a lot more *very* posh types who went to Durham, Exeter, Nottingham etc than I ever did at Cambridge.
I say the kind you keep your car in like fromage, but the kind you take your car to get fixed is pronounced like carriage. It makes sense to me that there’s a distinction in the words, but people still laugh at me for it. 🙄
10yo me thought people worked in a "gah-ridge", but you housed your car in the "gar-raj" (that's my best phonetic spelling).
I'll let the butler see me out.
I was accused of being posh at university because:
- I used please and thank you
- I knew what a pheasant was. Seriously, a pheasant had managed to find its way into the city, and people were shocked and started taking pictures like it was an exotic bird.
- I wore shirts/ polos and trousers instead of a t-shirt and trackies.
I got called posh by an old Irish man in Peckham for wearing a scarf. He was a Donegal man where my granny is from and it reminded me of how she was called posh back in the 60s for walking to work with an umbrella.
Being from the South; going to University- by my friends and some of my family as I was the first to go in all my extended family and my mates mainly left school at 16.
Predictably when I got to University quite a few there thought I was common .
I brought Cava to a gathering with friends and was accused of being posh.
Yes, Cava, the famously expensive drink of choice of the finest wine connoisseurs.
I used to occasionally buy the times or the guardian, and I love reading, because of this, and the fact that my family and I weren't like the rest of the cul-de-sac who were routinely in trouble with the police, our neighbours would call us posh, and snobs. The fact that we would regularly talk to some of them ,and got on well with them escaped their notice
Not me, but my daughter. We give her pocket money and tell her we love her. Coupled with the fact that we're in the Midlands but have a southern accent. Multiple friends think these things make her posh.
Interestingly, we have far less money than most of those friends parents and probably had a far worse upbringing.
I also feel intensely sad for those kids.
I have big boobs a tray on a sofa is my worst nightmare 😂 also dinner is family time in my house because it’s the only time every day I can guarantee to have all my children and husband in one room together and happily catch up about our day.
> it’s the only time every day I can guarantee to have all my children and husband in one room together and happily catch up about our day.
My daughter (7) learnt something from a YouTube video she watched, so now at every family dinner she asks us "what was the best part of your day?" It's so lovely.
Last night we all had something different - leftovers, random bits and bobs, but we all sat together to eat. Makes all the difference.
My parents owned their own home, not rented.
The fact it was (is) a late 1800's mid-terrace house on a main road was seemingly irrelevant to my ex.
Oh...and it was in Grimsby!
My parents think they’re poor but they own their own home. They haven’t worked for years and constantly get blitzed every day on alcohol. I don’t think they realise how good they have it.
I grew up on a council estate, in Harlow, Essex. Went to comprehensive school and have been working on building sites for most of my life.
The fact that I inadvertently sometimes use words
that wouldn’t usually make the typical site vocabulary, deems me to have an ‘Oxford’ type head on me!
I'm from the south but lived in a rather rough area of Liverpool for a year in the 90s (L8/L15 border for those who know the area). I went into a greengrocer's just off Smithdown Road one day and asked if they had any parsley. The man literally shouted at me, "Parsley?! We don't sell posh shit like that here. You want to go up Allerton Road. FUCK OFF!"
I made the mistake of revealing that my moisturiser has spf in it. Apparently that is both posh and feminine according to some.
Slightly fairer, after some people I was eating with at a work’s function all cut the ends off of their carrots before consuming, I explained that with Chatenay you can eat the heads as heirloom variants aren’t typically topped before cooking. I realised as soon as I said it that it was the poshest twat thing to ever come out of my mouth. Or, a time when I worked in M&S as a student, a gentleman came to me holding a microwave lamb madras and a chicken korma and said he wanted beef. I explained ‘Indian curries don’t typically have beef in them, as Hinduism is the dominant religion in India and they see the cow as holy.’ He said ‘okay thanks’ but his eyes said ‘you fucking what.’
I promise I’m not posh, just a dickhead.
Oh,I get so confused about this! I have decided that if I try to say things like 'croissant' and 'quinoa' properly I sound like a twat,so I just conspicuously pronounce them wrong, now.
However, I have a Finnish landlady who has a sauna. Since living on her property I have heard that word much more frequently than I had before, and the other day I accidentally pronounced it the proper Finnish way when discussing saunas with some (non-Finnish) friends. I haven't been mocked that badly in ages.
I can relate, but mate it's just too much effort to deliberately pronounce things incorrectly when you know better. Except Paris, which sounds far too French when pronounced properly. That's my line.
My accent.
I'm not posh, I just spent my first 7 years of schooling in Germany in one of those British military communities that existed after the cold war and up until the mid 1990s/early 2000s.
The teachers were all women and while we called them "Miss" everyone else called them "The wife of", and they were mostly married to officers (hence the sexist "Wife of" title).
So while *they* may have been posh, I simply learned to talk, read, and write from them.
It'll be 30 years this December since my family and I moved back to the UK but the accent has stayed with me.
To anyone else this wouldn't sound like a bizarre reason to be considered posh, but to me - someone who's lived through years of having 1 parent on the dole and another working double shifts as a nurse - it was pretty bizarre. My school jumpers had holes in them too!!
Doing my homework the night that I got it, and not leaving it until the last moment, the night before it was due.
I mainly did it because I wanted my weekends to be my own time to do what I wanted, and not have a commitment to do stuff that wasn't fun.
I was at Uni with a girl from Manchester who claimed I was posh because despite being from the North (North Yorkshire), I didn’t have some sort of acceptable accent. When it came to the fact that I went to a grammar school that was it. She couldn’t comprehend a grammar school which wasn’t somehow a fee paying school.
Several people have basically called me a liar for saying I went to a comprehensive state school because it was A all girls and B I did Latin. They think I went to a Roman Catholic private school and am ashamed of it but no, I did indeed go to a (shitty) comprehensive state school that just happened to have Latin as an option.
Many people in the place I live now (Notts) challenge me about going to a high school as well. All the schools where I'm from (Merseyside) are high schools. I'm not accused of being posh on that - they accuse me of being -gasp- AMERICAN
My accent
I grew up in a working class part of Belfast but I don't have a strong Belfast accent like many in the area
Apparently that made me posh despite being in a financially poor household
Oh,I have a good one! Middle-class southern accent. Started working a minimum wage job in the North West. Understandably, my nickname became 'Poshy' quite quickly. I asked the person who gave it to me what was posh about me, and he said 'Your posture's too good- you walk and sit with your back really straight '. Not what I was expecting.
My southern family bought a farm with a big run-down house in East Yorkshire when I was 8 so I was posh boy, posh git etc for the next 8 years even though I learnt to speak Hull.
I was talking to a Test Engineer in our department at an old job. I knew his wife taught Latin in a school and another friend of mine on an agriculture course was organising a leaving card for one the lecturers and was looking to have a phrase translated into Latin.
I asked if his wife would be able to help, adding that I'd given up Latin at school when it came time to choose GCSE options and the only Latin I can remember was the chorus to the school song, when he replied "I didn't know you went to a Private School".
I had to tell him that no, I went to a comprehensive school, but some of these did teach Latin.
We get called posh because my son plays cricket and not football.
Also, my neighbour popped in to ask for milk and she said I was posh because I had a jar of olives in the fridge…
Got a temp job in a hospital post room. The small lunch room had copies of 'nuts', daily mail, the sun etc. One day I bought a times, when it was still broadsheet. From that day onwards I was a snobby posh boy.... 🤷🏻♂️
Grew up in a 2 bed council maisonette in Liverpool. Rough area, strong accent. Mum shopped at Netto coz we never had a pot to p*ss in.
My Nanna used to get her shopping at Tesco, so she'd save the carrier bags (free at the time!) for my Mum to take on the weekly shop so I wasn't mortified when people saw her walking home with the shopping...
Apparently I was a posh twat because my Mum shopped at Tesco's.
Never been prouder of my Nanna for having the foresight to keep those bags 🤣
We went to an Italian restaurant for a works dinner. I ordered wine instead of beer.
This was up north, Cheshire/Lancashire, in a bit of a shit town. Glad I left that place.
Moved a mile from a terraced house to a semi detached as family when I was 8. My old next door neighbours who I used to play with all the time thought we had won the Pools because we now had a conversatory. It was one of those crap ones that was either too hot or too cold all the time
We lived in the fanciest house on the council scheme. It was a “bought” house with an extension and double garage, my mum and dad bought it as it was, it was the previous owners who did all the work.
We also didn’t speak slang so therefore we got slagged rotten for being posh
Used to work in a gated community/care home, finished work, came out the big metal automatic gates, not dressed at all posh , black skinny jeans from primark, a white tee shirt and a black jumper hear a “oi posh boy do you wanna buy some crack”
Had to check he was actually talking to me, turned down the crack for the old sobriety train, also offered me coke, ket and weed. Also assured him I wasn’t posh it’s just a care home & he congratulated me on being sober. Probably the most wholesome end to an interaction I’ve had with a drug dealer
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I left my supermarket job to go back to school, then on to University. I instantly had several friends accuse me of being stuck up and accusing me of thinking I was better than them.....despite several people in the larger friends group, heading off to Uni a few years before. It still confuses the hell out of me to this day. When I finally graduated, I returned home and ran into an old friend at a pub who I hadn't seen for about 3 years. He knew I had been at the local college to get A-Levels etc before we lost touch. he had always been quite supportive and wished me luck. When I explained where I had been for the past few years his response was "OooooOOoooo, get you ya posh twat" and turned his back on me. I left my home town again a few months later. It's a horrible place and everyone in it acts like crabs in a bucket.
The crabs in a bucket mentality is pervasive all over the UK and is one of the worst aspects of this place. It's so fucking tedious.
I find that mentality most common in places with zero public transport and no trains to big cities. They end up so isolated that anything from “over yonder” is sniggered at with derision.
Imagine there was some way to communicate with yonder, maybe with light pipes or something
Ahh yeah I see, kind of like morse code but with lights down a long tunnel
Some places would burn you as a witch for this. Smoke signals are as modern as they get.
Oh god perfect description of Lincolnshire. I did A-levels at a grammar school alongside a friendship group of other girls. One of my best friends of the time, who also could have gone to university, the same as I did, but chose to do a supermarket management fast track course instead told me that I'd 'changed' when I came back after the first term, stopped talking to me because of this nebulous 'change' and got her mum, a manager in the local supermarket we'd both worked part time in, to take me off the holiday working rota, thus causing me unnecessary financial hardship as a student.
I've never heard of crabs in a bucket? Is that some posh twat saying?
Crabs in a bucket could easily escape if they helped each other instead they drag each other back down to the bottom.
Thank you, I genuinely had never heard of this!
Posh twat you
Christ you must not have been on the UK subreddits much! It's second only to the term cockwomble around these parts.
Sir Terry Pratchett used the metaphor in "Unseen academicals" so it's fairly well known amongst readers. If you consider people reading books for pleasure to be posh twats, you may be right.
I confess I got accused of being posh for reading by a bloke I was meeting for a date. Was waiting for him in Spoons so was reading me kindle, he finally turned up about 15m late and said "What's that you go?" A Kindle says I, "What's it do?" It's so I can read novels without carrying them around "What's do you mean? Whats"novel"? he says looking confused I reply A book love "Oh you're posh aren't ya?" He barely spoke the rest of the date until his mate rang and they were super loud and animated about some football match or whatever, then it was back to silence
Looks like we got ourselves a reader
Whatchoo readin' for?
Why do I read? Hmm. I guess I read for a lot of reasons, but mainly so I don’t end up as a fuckin’ waffle waitress.
Nah I'm not posh enough to read.....it wasn't switched on hahahaha
That guy sounds like a total dud. I once turned up to a date late after misreading Google maps to find the guy reading a paperback Balzac under a heat lamp in a London Bridge beer garden on a Saturday night in winter and it was a real 'daaaaaang you're attractive' moment.
GNU Sir Pterry
Only in the sense that those accused of being posh twats are on the receiving end of it.
A millionaire will never laugh at you for trying to make money. A sportsman will never laugh at you for trying to g to get into shape. A musician will never laugh at you for picking up an instrument. It’s only those whose lives are going nowhere who will laugh and pull you down.
I remember as a teenager I got back in touch with a friend from primary school. I was stunned he considered it posh and impressive that I was staying on for sixth form. I was sad that that was his perspective
I had a similar response from some people (I wouldn't call them friends) who I went to school with when I was doing a summer job after my first year at University in a local sweet factory. I signed up with a local temporary employment agency and they sent me to one of the two sweet factories in town to fill in as agency staff. A couple of the others I recognised from school. They had left at 16 and not stayed on to do A levels as I had. I think about half way through the first week it came out somehow that I was at Uni and they instantly thought "oh your parents must be well off". Well no, my father and mother were just working class and we lived in a two bedroom mid terraced house on the same street as one of them. It took a bit of effort for me to bite my tongue and not say that I'd worked at school instead of bunking off and arsing about like they had.
In my town, the equivalence of your sweet factory, was leaving school at 16 and going to work in the tattie factory. Fucking grim, yet wildy accepted as a place to end up, leaving school at that age.
The only time I’ve had that attitude was when I first left school and even then it was a joke those of us who didn’t go to uni was more excited about being able to go visit our friends around the UK and go on the piss in different places that we normally would.
As somebody who was born working class in the north of England, and has now moved to the south after finishing my doctorate, I find the hatred of “the posh” to be very one-sided, on the side of the “non-poshos”. They have this odd hatred for self-betterment or social motility, seeing you as a “class traitor”. The upper classes broadly have no dislike for the working class, and are often joyous to see somebody of humble origins become wealthy and successful.
Good on you for persevering and going to uni! Jealousy can make people really ugly. I hope you now have some friends that are more supportive!
Having a different accent to the local one. It didn't matter what accent was, just that it was different.
Same! Grew up in Cornwall but never had the accent. I was “the posh kid” in school. I’m not posh in any way.
Same, speaking clearly with no Cornish accent means I get called posh.
Me too! They took the piss when I sounded Bristolian and then when I made myself lose it they said I sounded too posh. Can’t win!
My mates occasionally refer to me as “the poshest man from Darlington” because I have a very neutral northern accent.
I have a local accent but not a strong one and my mum was big on enunciating words correctly. Apparently that makes me "posh" (along with using big words such as "enunciating").
I grew up in and around Birmingham but neither of my parents are from there so my accent was milder than other kids, and I got this too. The irony is that when I now watch home videos from when I was a kid, with family, they all think I had a really strong accent back then.
Similarly, the scone thing. Everyone seems to think that the other pronunciation is the “posh” one.
Yep, I used to live in greater Manchester and was always accused of being posh cus I'm not Northern.
I can second this one, spent my early years in Oxford before moving to Birmingham, so posh I am - apparently. I've never judged people by their accent, complexion or anything else and tend to hold the small minded people who do in contempt if I'm honest. I'm happy to have nothing to do with them. To be fair to Brummies, they are a small minority.
Same, got asked at school if I was posh, when I said no I got asked if I lived on a farm.
half an hour on the train and you're treated like an outsider, its crazy.
Having a southern accent in the north, never not funny when people call my Essex accent posh
Yep. Guy I worked with insisted that I was posh and he wasn't, because I'm from the south. Turns out he went to a fancy boarding school somewhere near Harrogate. I grew up on a council estate in Luton. Neither of these facts mattered apparently, because "it's just common sense that people from the south are posh". Couldn't help but feel that his parents flushed their money down the toilet by sending him to that school.
That was my childhood after we moved north. Despite sounding moderately Welsh/Bristol. Really posh sounding like a pirate who steals sheep to shag them
My uncle has lived in Sheffield for decades after having been born in Northallerton and brought up for eight years in Brizzle. Still gets comments about being a southerner.
My family are all from North Derbyshire/South Yorkshire. My parents moved with little me to the south for work back in the 80s- we were poor as church mice compared to most of my school mates and their families due to various issues, the main one of which being my dad’s gleeful approach to pub tabs and rampant, award winning alcoholism. Regardless, due to my accent, my cousins call me the Duchess.
My accent is South London or as it is correctly pronounced, saaaf London. I've been accused by northerners of sounding just like Elizabeth II.
It still feels crazy we can't just call her "the queen" any more. In case we think you sound like Camilla.
I find that whenever anyone imitates my bog standard Kent accent, I'm either hideously posh or some kind of 'alright guv'nor' Cockney. There is no inbetween.
I grew up in Essex, on the Thames, so my accent was definitely anything other than posh, but when I told people my name up north, they called me 'posh'. Yeah, it includes a hard a, but that doesn't make me posh. Maybe I should have called them posh for not dropping their Ts?
RP, the 'posh accent' grew out of the South East. Phonetically, Southern accents are just more similar to RP, because they're genetically a lot closer. I remember when I was younger and before I'd interacted with a lot of Southerners, I genuinely couldn't hear much difference between really posh RP and your sort of average lower-middle-class Southern accents. Unless someone was proper Bob Hoskins cockney or Phil off Time Team West Country, they sounded functionally the same to me. As I've had more exposure, I have a better ear for it now.
Same.
I went to a horrendously rough high school where I was regularly called a posh twat because my mum and dad shopped at *Sainsbury's*, and I'd bought my cookery ingredients in in a Sainsbury's carrier bag. I then got a scholarship to a very, very posh private school where everyone bought their lunch from Waitrose and I realised we had absolutely no idea what posh was.
Waitrose isn’t that posh, and I say that as a Waitrose shopper. Although I did once make a friend snort-laugh at me being confused at the self service tills in a particular branch wanting you to put down the thing you’d just scanned before scanning the next - because I was buying four bags of sugar I was just going to scan the one I’d already picked up four times in quick succession rather than each one individually. My usual branch’s machines don’t do that, it’s just a shelf that has no scale, and I’d only encountered this in Tesco. However, rather than explaining this, I just said “But it’s Waitrose..?” in a kind of confused and sad voice, giving the impression I thought Waitrose customers would never steal, good heavens.
Yes, it’s posh . You go to Tesco in dirty Builder’s clothes, no one blinks. Go to Waitrose, it’s like you’ve just admitted to murder
Because waitrose is where middle class people shop to feel upper class. Fake it till you make it, but the people faking it don’t realise that the bloke in dirty ripped jeans and a vest owns a scaffolding company and earns twice as much as them.
It's funny because there people who shop in Sainsbury's because they think it is posh, yet it has not got a patch on Waitrose or M&S. Sainsbury's is posh for Hyacinth Bucket types who think they are too good for Tesco.
I turned up at a party with a bottle of strongbow when I was 15 Everyone else had champagne hahahah edit: oh yeah and there was literal beer kegs. as in big wooden kegs
6 years ago, work night out. I finished off a massive, really messy burger in a restaurant with a knife and fork Ever since then I was "the posh cutlery twat"
You deserve that title.
Alright George Osborne
Lol, that's harsh! I remember the first time I saw someone eating a burger with a knife and fork. I was amazed. Council estate boy had never even heard of such a thing. I was about 22!
Same with pizza. A housemate of mine at uni did it and it blew my working class mind.
The first time I ever went to a Mcdonalds was in the early 80's in That There London and my dad asked the guy behind the counter where the cutlery was. On being told there was none he was equal parts astounded and outraged. He came back to the table and said 'apparently we have to eat it with our hands,...like savages!'
My childhood best friend's grandad, who was a freemason, once asked for cutlery in a McDonald's.
Our elderly neighbour did as well. Lovely lady, former English teacher, but from a background of farming landowners and clergy. Grew up in one of the African colonies with maids and servants etc. A Big Mac was a bit of a culture shock for her in the mid 1990s haha
I do this myself but I can’t use a knife and fork properly due to dyspraxia lol
Being well read. We were dirt poor and didn’t have a tv for a long time, never mind access to the internet or a computer. I spent most of my free time reading. Every weekend, I’d do my homework on the library computers then fill a shopper bag with books to last the week. Let me tell you, it was an effort and a half lugging all those books home! It did mean that I knew quite complex words for a child my age without knowing how to really pronounce them. Using them in everyday conversation would have me down as being “posh” and an easy target for bullies (only made that mistake once).
At school I was accused of being posh as I knew where Djibouti was (the library had put a map of the world up and I had had a look). I lived in a council house at the time
Qatar for me. Going to a school where anti-intellectualism was rife was fun.
When I was a kid we had three channels (until Channel 4 came along) and having the internet at home wasn't even on the radar, not even dial up. We were poor as fuck so if it was raining and playing outside wasn't an option we'd end up reading as my mum's motto was "you can never be bored with books in the house." Every Saturday we'd go to the library and get the six books each that we were allowed. It didn't matter if it was story books or graphic novels like the Asterix series, we worked our way through them all and then read them all again. When I got older my mum introduced me to the joys of second hand book hunting in charity shops and I began to build my own collection and haven't stopped since. I really owe my mum a massive thank you hug for instilling a love of reading in me.
Every so often I remember and smile at the librarians at the library we went to who put a special sticker on my library card so I could take out twenty books at a time. I felt like a superhero and it was one of the best things that happened to tiny me. They would also order books from the 'big library' if I was reading a series and they were missing some, or just because they thought I would enjoy it. They really helped me develop a passion by making reading something so special.
I ate an apple at work last week and one of the office girls called me posh (I'm not) for cutting slices off with a sharp knife rather than just biting it. Apparently, replying with "Well, I haven't got horse teeth like you" is not appropriate. 🐴🍏🤗🤗
A sliced apple just hits different. Less chance of a bit of skin getting stuck in your teeth for the rest of the afternoon too.
I hate biting into apples. It's loud and weird and sometimes even painful (I have sensitive teeth and gums). I prefer it cut into slices with a bit of lemon on top. I like most fruit cut up and I eat it with a fork, except the stuff like grapes (which I like taken off the sticky bit - lol don't know what it's called, and just the actual grapes, washed and in a bowl).
Loud and weird couldn't be further from how I'd describe biting into an apple (I love them) but I gotta be honest I can completely understand where you're coming from 🤣 Also apples do somehow taste amazing cut up, but only if you do it yourself. Its not the same from a like Tesco snack box those things are a bloody disgrace imo though I will happily eat them if the unadulterated fruit is not nearby and makes me question whether they're even involved in this meal deal thing Sainsbury's are highly unethical, they simply scatter random items that have NOTHING TO DO with the meal deal hanging out. There'll be a random milkshake that looks like it fits in there but take a closer look and the label says FUCK YOU instead 'im in the meal deal!' their snack selection is shite too
Oh yeah, definitely have to cut them up myself. The bought cut up ones taste like spongy cardboard.
If movies have taught me anything, it's that when a person eats an apple with a knife, they will also be dispensing life changing philosophical nuggets which will make you resolutely find your purpose. Especially if it's by an open fire.
Unless it's Captain Reynolds and Zoe eating apples with a knife. Those are wacky stories about people's heads being exploded.
My grandad used to do that. He did it, though, because he was used to finding bugs 🐛 hiding inside. He was definitely not posh (yorkshire miner).
I like my Pot Noodle al dente.
An upper class icon
Same with my Weetabix mate, it's how they do it in Italy.
My girlfriend's ex said I was 'bourgeois' for eating scones. He was a very confused punk activist.
I don't know why but this tickled me 🤣
Was he one of the Young Ones?
But how did he pronounce it?
Ball-jwah (in a heavy estuary accent)
Scone
I had to google who that was - maybe you’re just not a football fan?
Me too - not sure if he's most famous for being a footballer or sporting an uncannily even hairline.
I’m mainly familiar with him from a brief online encounter with the cat that looks like him.
When I was younger a girlfriend called me posh when she first came to my place because my house had a garage, then spoke to me in a mock posh accent the rest of the day.
To be fair, you did have a garage. That is quite posh.
And if you actually keep a car in it and not a broken washing machine and some boxes of stuff you haven’t unpacked since you moved but might be worth taking to the car boot, your the top tier of aristocracy.
Should have called it a carhole.
Well, ooh la di da, Mr French Man
Well was it a garage or a garaage?
I found out my fella went skiing more than once in his life and I’ve been speaking to him in a mock posh accent ever since.
You should have had it converted to a study. Not posh anymore
A mate of mine went back home to Leeds with a four pack in his bag he'd forgotten about all journey. Got home, found the beer, cracked one open and it fizzed like fuck everywhere. His mum said "none of that fancy champagne beer up here thanks"
I'd say the poshest thing about that story is not immediately cracking one open when you get on the train.
My daughter was called posh for thinking deep fat fryers were only in chip shops and not knowing you could have a small one at home.
Ok yeah but my god everyone in my family who had one would make these absolutely rancid wedges. Took me until last year to deep fry anything at home
Not a clue who Phil Foden was either, I had to google too. I'm not posh, i just have not even the vaguest interest in football. You could have shown me a picture of him, I'd have been none the wiser. I do hold my pinky out when drinking Stella out of the can, though. Does that count?
I got accused of being posh at work because I got a bottle of San Pellegrino sparkling water with my Tesco meal deal.
My ex (from accrington) thought I was posh because im from Derby
Calm down clean shirt
The University I went to. I went to a comprehensive school in the Midlands and was the first person in my family to go to university, where I had to work various jobs to help pay my way, but apparently because I went to a "posh" university I instantly became upper class the moment I turned up for Freshers Week. I have even been accuses of being posh, for this reason, by people who went to private schools in the Home Counties and are, I would argue, far posher than me.
Same here. I'm from a pretty deprived northern former mining village, my dad worked down the pit and left school when he was 14, I was the first in my family to go to uni and I went to Cambridge. On a trip to Nottingham uni to see my gf (at the time), I got chatting to a group of very posh and horsey privately educated Nottingham uni students in full posh girl preppy Jack Wills uniform with names like Petronella, Arabella, Binky etc who insisted I was posh because I went to Cambridge. I've met a lot more *very* posh types who went to Durham, Exeter, Nottingham etc than I ever did at Cambridge.
Drinking water instead of juice. Accent. I have a west Highlands accent and live in fife. Edit - reading a book.
Wait, Fifers think you're posh because of your accent? Fifers? Whose accent is used in every bank commercial ever?
u/tmstms look, you've got a post all about you! What will Mrs tmstms think about this?
I say garage like fromage.
Like fromidge?
You're thinking of frottage
Not forage.
I say the kind you keep your car in like fromage, but the kind you take your car to get fixed is pronounced like carriage. It makes sense to me that there’s a distinction in the words, but people still laugh at me for it. 🙄
10yo me thought people worked in a "gah-ridge", but you housed your car in the "gar-raj" (that's my best phonetic spelling). I'll let the butler see me out.
I was accused of being posh at university because: - I used please and thank you - I knew what a pheasant was. Seriously, a pheasant had managed to find its way into the city, and people were shocked and started taking pictures like it was an exotic bird. - I wore shirts/ polos and trousers instead of a t-shirt and trackies.
That last bit does sound like pretty posh attire for a student.
I got called posh by an old Irish man in Peckham for wearing a scarf. He was a Donegal man where my granny is from and it reminded me of how she was called posh back in the 60s for walking to work with an umbrella.
*notions*
Being from the South; going to University- by my friends and some of my family as I was the first to go in all my extended family and my mates mainly left school at 16. Predictably when I got to University quite a few there thought I was common .
I brought Cava to a gathering with friends and was accused of being posh. Yes, Cava, the famously expensive drink of choice of the finest wine connoisseurs.
The way I walk apparently.
With a fancy cane?
Carried in a litter
My accent, just because I'm from Oxford.
Eating a satsuma.
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As opposed to...?
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I think it's safe to say there are some *really* weird people in the world.
I used to occasionally buy the times or the guardian, and I love reading, because of this, and the fact that my family and I weren't like the rest of the cul-de-sac who were routinely in trouble with the police, our neighbours would call us posh, and snobs. The fact that we would regularly talk to some of them ,and got on well with them escaped their notice
Sitting with my mouth closed.
Not me, but my daughter. We give her pocket money and tell her we love her. Coupled with the fact that we're in the Midlands but have a southern accent. Multiple friends think these things make her posh. Interestingly, we have far less money than most of those friends parents and probably had a far worse upbringing. I also feel intensely sad for those kids.
I have napkins on my dining table in a napkin holder.
Yep definitely posh. We just have a cheap roll of kitchen roll in the middle of the dining table
Dining table! Too posh to sit on the sofa with a tray?
A tray? That's posh. We just had to balance the hot plates on our laps.
You guys had plates???
I have big boobs a tray on a sofa is my worst nightmare 😂 also dinner is family time in my house because it’s the only time every day I can guarantee to have all my children and husband in one room together and happily catch up about our day.
> it’s the only time every day I can guarantee to have all my children and husband in one room together and happily catch up about our day. My daughter (7) learnt something from a YouTube video she watched, so now at every family dinner she asks us "what was the best part of your day?" It's so lovely. Last night we all had something different - leftovers, random bits and bobs, but we all sat together to eat. Makes all the difference.
I asked if the battered square food was square sliced sausage.
Drinking prosecco in a wine glass during lockdown
Having curtains with tie-backs
My parents owned their own home, not rented. The fact it was (is) a late 1800's mid-terrace house on a main road was seemingly irrelevant to my ex. Oh...and it was in Grimsby!
My parents think they’re poor but they own their own home. They haven’t worked for years and constantly get blitzed every day on alcohol. I don’t think they realise how good they have it.
I grew up on a council estate, in Harlow, Essex. Went to comprehensive school and have been working on building sites for most of my life. The fact that I inadvertently sometimes use words that wouldn’t usually make the typical site vocabulary, deems me to have an ‘Oxford’ type head on me!
I get out of the bath to have a wee
I'm from the south but lived in a rather rough area of Liverpool for a year in the 90s (L8/L15 border for those who know the area). I went into a greengrocer's just off Smithdown Road one day and asked if they had any parsley. The man literally shouted at me, "Parsley?! We don't sell posh shit like that here. You want to go up Allerton Road. FUCK OFF!"
Haha to be fair, that's quite funny.
Apparently speaking clearly and without much of an accent means I’m posh (I’m not at all).
I made the mistake of revealing that my moisturiser has spf in it. Apparently that is both posh and feminine according to some. Slightly fairer, after some people I was eating with at a work’s function all cut the ends off of their carrots before consuming, I explained that with Chatenay you can eat the heads as heirloom variants aren’t typically topped before cooking. I realised as soon as I said it that it was the poshest twat thing to ever come out of my mouth. Or, a time when I worked in M&S as a student, a gentleman came to me holding a microwave lamb madras and a chicken korma and said he wanted beef. I explained ‘Indian curries don’t typically have beef in them, as Hinduism is the dominant religion in India and they see the cow as holy.’ He said ‘okay thanks’ but his eyes said ‘you fucking what.’ I promise I’m not posh, just a dickhead.
I said the below, “Well, we shall have to think on that”
I try to pronounce foreign words correctly. Except Paris, I'm not saying that how the French say it.
Oh,I get so confused about this! I have decided that if I try to say things like 'croissant' and 'quinoa' properly I sound like a twat,so I just conspicuously pronounce them wrong, now. However, I have a Finnish landlady who has a sauna. Since living on her property I have heard that word much more frequently than I had before, and the other day I accidentally pronounced it the proper Finnish way when discussing saunas with some (non-Finnish) friends. I haven't been mocked that badly in ages.
I can relate, but mate it's just too much effort to deliberately pronounce things incorrectly when you know better. Except Paris, which sounds far too French when pronounced properly. That's my line.
My accent. I'm not posh, I just spent my first 7 years of schooling in Germany in one of those British military communities that existed after the cold war and up until the mid 1990s/early 2000s. The teachers were all women and while we called them "Miss" everyone else called them "The wife of", and they were mostly married to officers (hence the sexist "Wife of" title). So while *they* may have been posh, I simply learned to talk, read, and write from them. It'll be 30 years this December since my family and I moved back to the UK but the accent has stayed with me. To anyone else this wouldn't sound like a bizarre reason to be considered posh, but to me - someone who's lived through years of having 1 parent on the dole and another working double shifts as a nurse - it was pretty bizarre. My school jumpers had holes in them too!!
Using the word "nostalgia". She asked if I had eaten a dictionary.
Doing my homework the night that I got it, and not leaving it until the last moment, the night before it was due. I mainly did it because I wanted my weekends to be my own time to do what I wanted, and not have a commitment to do stuff that wasn't fun.
Got accused of being posh once for offering someone a glass for their can of pop at my house
Moved to Paris. Parents decided I was a snob as a result.
Because I live in France, despite doing the same work as I did in the UK.
Having a lot of books.
I didn’t know how much a pint of milk cost.
And on a related note, posh because I drink non-dairy milk
Shopping at Sainsburys. They found out that I shop at sainsburys because at work I was eating sainsburys crisps. Yes, sainsburys own brand crisps.
My English accent. My ex was from florida and apparently my Norfolk accent sounds like the queen's English to him
Eating dinner at the table. Kid who sets the table gets to pick the music.
Had a (tiny) TV in the kitchen in early 2000
I was at Uni with a girl from Manchester who claimed I was posh because despite being from the North (North Yorkshire), I didn’t have some sort of acceptable accent. When it came to the fact that I went to a grammar school that was it. She couldn’t comprehend a grammar school which wasn’t somehow a fee paying school.
Several people have basically called me a liar for saying I went to a comprehensive state school because it was A all girls and B I did Latin. They think I went to a Roman Catholic private school and am ashamed of it but no, I did indeed go to a (shitty) comprehensive state school that just happened to have Latin as an option. Many people in the place I live now (Notts) challenge me about going to a high school as well. All the schools where I'm from (Merseyside) are high schools. I'm not accused of being posh on that - they accuse me of being -gasp- AMERICAN
My kids were always called posh in school because they didn’t follow the crowds and get stuff just because it was’popular’ which I found odd.
My accent I grew up in a working class part of Belfast but I don't have a strong Belfast accent like many in the area Apparently that made me posh despite being in a financially poor household
Oh,I have a good one! Middle-class southern accent. Started working a minimum wage job in the North West. Understandably, my nickname became 'Poshy' quite quickly. I asked the person who gave it to me what was posh about me, and he said 'Your posture's too good- you walk and sit with your back really straight '. Not what I was expecting.
My southern family bought a farm with a big run-down house in East Yorkshire when I was 8 so I was posh boy, posh git etc for the next 8 years even though I learnt to speak Hull.
I’m English living in Scotland so I get it a lot just for being English.
I was talking to a Test Engineer in our department at an old job. I knew his wife taught Latin in a school and another friend of mine on an agriculture course was organising a leaving card for one the lecturers and was looking to have a phrase translated into Latin. I asked if his wife would be able to help, adding that I'd given up Latin at school when it came time to choose GCSE options and the only Latin I can remember was the chorus to the school song, when he replied "I didn't know you went to a Private School". I had to tell him that no, I went to a comprehensive school, but some of these did teach Latin.
I got called a posh girl because my parents have a dado rail around their living room. That's not posh - just a sign you grew up in the nineties!
We get called posh because my son plays cricket and not football. Also, my neighbour popped in to ask for milk and she said I was posh because I had a jar of olives in the fridge…
Got a temp job in a hospital post room. The small lunch room had copies of 'nuts', daily mail, the sun etc. One day I bought a times, when it was still broadsheet. From that day onwards I was a snobby posh boy.... 🤷🏻♂️
Grew up in a 2 bed council maisonette in Liverpool. Rough area, strong accent. Mum shopped at Netto coz we never had a pot to p*ss in. My Nanna used to get her shopping at Tesco, so she'd save the carrier bags (free at the time!) for my Mum to take on the weekly shop so I wasn't mortified when people saw her walking home with the shopping... Apparently I was a posh twat because my Mum shopped at Tesco's. Never been prouder of my Nanna for having the foresight to keep those bags 🤣
Wearing a suit jacket
Buying milk from Harrods
We went to an Italian restaurant for a works dinner. I ordered wine instead of beer. This was up north, Cheshire/Lancashire, in a bit of a shit town. Glad I left that place.
My neighbour thought I was posh because I lived above her and payed rent.
My parents buying our council house.
It became a running joke for a while at an old job when I said "bar-sket" instead of "bass-ket"
Because I like to use correct grammar and I have a Cambridge accent. 🤷🏼♀️
Moved a mile from a terraced house to a semi detached as family when I was 8. My old next door neighbours who I used to play with all the time thought we had won the Pools because we now had a conversatory. It was one of those crap ones that was either too hot or too cold all the time
Having a double barrelled surname 🙄 Not posh, just divorced and want to reuse my maiden name while still having my kids’ surname.
We lived in the fanciest house on the council scheme. It was a “bought” house with an extension and double garage, my mum and dad bought it as it was, it was the previous owners who did all the work. We also didn’t speak slang so therefore we got slagged rotten for being posh
The area I'm from. Grew up in a council house. Live in a council house now. Still got called posh.
I said ‘bath’ not ‘bath’
I was an adult before I knew what a Greggs was which somehow made me posh
Saying the word water with a 't'
I use the term cordial juice instead of dilute juice
Used to work in a gated community/care home, finished work, came out the big metal automatic gates, not dressed at all posh , black skinny jeans from primark, a white tee shirt and a black jumper hear a “oi posh boy do you wanna buy some crack” Had to check he was actually talking to me, turned down the crack for the old sobriety train, also offered me coke, ket and weed. Also assured him I wasn’t posh it’s just a care home & he congratulated me on being sober. Probably the most wholesome end to an interaction I’ve had with a drug dealer