you don't have a door number you have a name for your abode like 'low chimneys' of 'gadlys' and never say you're going 'home' you always refer to the name of your dwelling like it's f*cking Brideshead (Revisited). You always bring up you went to boarding school within the first two minutes of meeting someone, you can trace your ancestors back to King John, the Duke of Monmouth or Thomas Cochrane the 'sea wolf', you put an 's' on the end of your surname to make your family sound like a dynasty, e.g. the Barrets or the Johnsons a la the Windsors or the Spencers, you may pull people up for saying' lunch rather than dinner on a Sunday, general grammar snobbery, and you may masturbate over the girls with pearls' shown in Country Life magazine. But none of these things actually make you posh, they make you pretend posh or a typical English petit bourgeois d*ck head.

When you read the whole list, it's an absolute disgrace. Still quite funny though.

Red and Blue Army!

I actually felt quite posh the other day, I went into Faversham Wetherspoons and had a good look round at everyone else

I did see a few Jabba the hutts, and that was just the women

Especially in my neck of the woods

Someone sounds like he has a big chip on his shoulder