whats the poshest you dated or married,mine was a bird called pippa met her in mass club brixton in 2000,dad was high up in oil industry,she was 23 and got 500 pound put in her bank every week,had a flat in finchley and was just out of acting school,within one year she was living with me in deptford the allowance was stopped and she had fell out of love with acting,but she had me.just said hi to her on facebook,and was banned from looking at her profile.
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Always wondered what became of her.............
She's not loaded but is very "ooh cant do that it's too messy i'll ruin me tims" or "we can't do that with them just look at them they dont even know what carbrini is..."
She is a real fighter with her sovrign rings and gold chains etc...
She justt loves those cubic zirconia too and her dad does driveways, landscaping, design paving and has a distinct accent.... he also threatened to cut me so deep i'd split in half.... lovely chap!
Her 'step mum' and her friends are possibly the poshest people I have ever met - all landed gentry, stately homes (mainly Welsh borders), croquet on the lawn and gin for breakfast....
I used to live in St Margarets a beautiful old Edwardian mansion in Beckenham...next to the golf course and right next door to the tennis club.
It was built by the Robertson Jam family (they had their huge factory next to Catford Bus Garage until sometime in the 60's), who lived in it and a similar one on the otherside of the road that they had built for their parents/inlaws, though that one is still a private residence, my house was converted into luxury flats some years back.
Nigel Benn is the local celebrity resident of Beckenham Park, as it's called.
I can ....... Golliwog.
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Got me wandering now , Sod you Nolly ( ;-) ).
Anyone live down that way , pop round (its behind the Bull pub) and ask for Pauline.
Was a truely wild time, she was a stunner. Thing was she wanted me to meet Daddy. We went to there home (mum lived in Italy) it was in Bickley. Drove up to front of the house , it had two huge drives, and front of house was about size of Kidbrooke ! Walked in hall, housekeeper took our coats and was shown in to see dad. Daddy was in a silk rob in this huge reception room watching TV . Tres introduced me . Daddy without shaking my hand (which was offered) says "when is he leaving?" didnt even look in my direction ! Next ten mins was full flow Italian swear words from Tres. We left and i think it was about one or two dates later it was all over.
mind you has brought a smile to my face thinking of her.
Oh no you don't Razil dazil - SPILL
Mine was a bird from my saturday job in sainsbury's many many moons ago 1986/7 to be precise. Absolute sort posh as hell and dirty with it. LOL
Our relationship didn't last that long after that...........
You went out with a lesbian?
Would have been proud of that if so...........
kept in regular contact with her for over a year as friday or saturday and we were what was known as e sex buddies, Them love doves were great back then,
never got intoduced to her dad but the housekeeper used to always wink and her in a i know what your doing way, Her mum i met once very joanna lummley and fit with it callede her one day for a posh fella to answer turned out to be her fiance and she let me down very gently
Raindance and moondance will always be held in high regard and the early labrith days for her alone as well as the atmosphere and music
Angelina was her name and she was 4 years older than me and at 16 that was pure magic
When she moved to a new school in her teens (long before I knew her) the other kids called her "diplo" as they thought only diplomats would talk that posh.
Still married to her and she's not really posh at all.
She said (in a very posh voice) "I have to rush off because I have rowing practice this afternoon and it's our regatta on saturday but as you are working nearby perhaps you'd like to come round for tea one day?"
Had these visions of Papa boiling over when I turn up in me dirty work clobber and great him with "alright geezer?"
She wouldn't leave me alone and I had to resort to copping hold of three girls in one night right by her before she got the message
I once pulled a girl at a party in Eltham - the house backed onto a golf course and was absolutely massive - I ended up taking her outside and having my way with her in one of the bunkers just to get away from the twittering of all the posh tools there. She was really down to Earth, didn't sound remotely posh - subsequently found out her old man worked for Lloyds and was something like 200th in line to the throne...
Tees Drive is the poshest bit - You don't live anywhere near there? (Used to work at the Whitworth Centre before they nicked the lead of the gym)