Originally Posted by pimpernel

Originally Posted by StickyToffeePudding

Princess Margaret (RIP) in her younger days...

Best looking bint in the 1960's by far...!!!

How dare you talk about our Late Colonel of The Regiment like that, she smoked a Chesterfield non tipped and drank her G&Ts with the best of us and yes she was a cracker in her day.

Trust one of Princess Margaret's wee boys to not recognise a compliment and wanna start a fight...

Originally Posted by exnorthener

to look at its fine, but due to my job i have to deal with these types on a daily bassis, i loath them!!!

any longer than 10 min and i want to stamp on there face. stuck up snobby up there own arses!
dont get me started on the way they carry there hand bags in teh crook of there arm and have there hand flopping about like its broken!!! cnuts !! !!!

i die with shame wth the way they treat staff in reasturants and bars ect






i still would though

There be your problem.
There are two types of "posh".
There are those with more money than class, as you highlighted. Silly bastards who try to prove they are above everyone because they have a bit of cash, or have sneakily married into a family having avoided mummy enough to avoid her blowing the brains out of the common slut with a bangstick. Ironically in being so flagrant they show they aren't posh and that it is simply a compensation mechanism.
Then you get the real posh with class, eccentric as buggery and don't give a toss. Might dress up a bit when the occassion demands such, but generally knock about in the atire akin to that of a farmer's wife or Oxfam shop frequenter. Intelligent and practical, but with a mischevious sense of humour. Excellent company, don't condescend in the slightest and you wouldn't know why are posh untill they either open their mouths or you are informed they are lady such and such. Tend to be right lookers too.

Most young ladies of this persuasion are of the nouveau riche hoi polloi who have come into wealth through dodgy second hand car dealerships. They think it’s posh to wear Prada with fake tan whilst driving a new 4x4 & all have faces like a cat’s bottom. It is very rare to find a true young lady of the old money with the proper accent & manners who moves in the right circles. The BBC struggled to find an actress who had the proper RP accent in the whole of England! The only one I know who has the correct feudal lineage isn’t even English.

Back on track tho, the closest commercialised young lady that I’d like to bosh would be Emma Watson, I would do the most unspeakable things to her bottom!

~D.C.

[quote="Dashing_Chap"]Most young ladies of this persuasion are of the nouveau riche hoi polloi who have come into wealth through dodgy second hand car dealerships. They think it’s posh to wear Prada with fake tan whilst driving a new 4x4 & all have faces like a cat’s bottom. It is very rare to find a true young lady of the old money with the proper accent & manners who moves in the right circles. The BBC struggled to find an actress who had the proper RP accent in the whole of England! The only one I know who has the correct feudal lineage isn’t even English.

Back on track tho, the closest commercialised young lady that I’d like to bosh would be Emma Watson, I would do the most unspeakable things to her bottom!

~D.C.[/quot

cnut

Originally Posted by GrizzlyPanda

There are two types of "posh".
There are those with more money than class, as you highlighted. Silly bastards who try to prove they are above everyone because they have a bit of cash, or have sneakily married into a family having avoided mummy enough to avoid her blowing the brains out of the common slut with a bangstick. Ironically in being so flagrant they show they aren't posh and that it is simply a compensation mechanism.
Then you get the real posh with class, eccentric as buggery and don't give a toss. Might dress up a bit when the occassion demands such, but generally knock about in the atire akin to that of a farmer's wife or Oxfam shop frequenter. Intelligent and practical, but with a mischevious sense of humour. Excellent company, don't condescend in the slightest and you wouldn't know why are posh untill they either open their mouths or you are informed they are lady such and such. Tend to be right lookers too.

Now there's a DS definition if ever I heard one. It's the second I class as posh, the first are just scutters with money...

The posh Slag that is 'Lady' Victoria Hervey. I'd post a pic but since I'm at work, I better not. :D

Originally Posted by StickyToffeePudding

Originally Posted by pimpernel

Originally Posted by StickyToffeePudding

Princess Margaret (RIP) in her younger days...

Best looking bint in the 1960's by far...!!!

How dare you talk about our Late Colonel of The Regiment like that, she smoked a Chesterfield non tipped and drank her G&Ts with the best of us and yes she was a cracker in her day.

Trust one of Princess Margaret's wee boys to not recognise a compliment and wanna start a fight...

Sorry the pithy humour was lost on me, and yes alright (grudgingly) slinks away hands back in pockets, sorry! :D

Originally Posted by GrizzlyPanda

Then you get the real posh with class, eccentric as buggery and don't give a toss. Might dress up a bit when the occassion demands such, but generally knock about in the atire akin to that of a farmer's wife or Oxfam shop frequenter. Intelligent and practical, but with a mischevious sense of humour. Excellent company, don't condescend in the slightest and you wouldn't know why are posh untill they either open their mouths or you are informed they are lady such and such. Tend to be right lookers too.

There's more of the other kind about. Guy and Rupert and Jeremy married them and they're breeding tens of thousands of horrible little cows who come off every time they look in the mirror, knock half my fences down on their overpriced bloody horses, then tell Daddy to deal with the silly little man and give him a shiny half crown for the half day he spent chasing escaped pigs for bloody miles.

Punji pits. I need to dig punji pits.

Pfft. Those ones? No chance. Socialites? I don't see anything sexy there, verminous media-hungry parasites.

No no, what you want is a girl with a bit of substance! Horse-riding thighs, in breeches and half chaps, snugly cut hacking jacket. That's the killer, can't beat it. And you just know they'll be more fun than the stiflingly vain camera-addicts. Properly naughty. Hunting or polo I really don't care, it's all about the jodhpurs! :D


(Also, *cough*)

Originally Posted by jarrod248

Originally Posted by smudge67

Originally Posted by jarrod248

Have you met carpediem? He's lovely.

Yup. His missus is lovely......proper posh totty, with a filthy mouth

right we have a plan, you keep her distracted by whatever means at your disposal and i'll show him some special attention.

You're on