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Thought's on snobbery


Edwin Starr

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  • 1 year later...

Back in the day I was going out with a lassie who was a bit posh, did the horse riding thing with the sexy fucking jodphurs and them knee high fucking boots that them horsey sorts wear, the little fucking minx... oh, sweet jesus fucking christ.... 

Anyway, she wasn't a snob, but her mate was. Forget her name... Cressida or something mental like that, I assume.

Arranged a blind date between Cressida and my mate, we'll call him Ken, since that's his name, one Saturday night.  

She's doing her best to impress Ken, telling him all about how terrific she is and how her hoose is massive. Then, when she's done, she asks my mate where he lives and what he does for a living. 

In a super-posh voice he says, "Oh, I bide in a cooncil hoose in Torry, and chap the heids aff fish doon at the herber." 

My bird's giving him daggers, he's enthusiastically miming chapping the heids aff fish doon at the herber,  I'm laughing so fucking hard I can't even make a noise, Cressida's oot the door. 

End of blind date. 

 

 

 

 

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