Snobbiest places in the UK

My sister is the biggest snob I know. She once paid a visit and when she was inside our house looking at everything made the comment your have a rather nice little house, about our 3 bed semi. Also all my younger life I was told I was posh because of the way I spoke, I was a forces kid so grew up moving around and never developed an accent.

How awful...I would have said yes but all the kids eg mine to play outside and not come in unless they helped ! Always make tea/ coffee bscuits or cake whatever for everyone

My sister and brother-in-law's house is just very most snobbiest place in the world!

Spent 4 uncomfortable years in Edinburgh with the neighbours feeling far superior to the English.
Chesham Bois where for some reason they pronounce it Chesham Boyce.
Beaconsfield in Bucks where even the council houses have
Georgian porticoes.

Secondwind

Before some Grans leap on me, I recognise that this is my perception and that other people will have had a different experience to me, but the WI I went to at the invitation of a colleague and a Ramblers group both felt hostile and unwelcoming. Went to the WI three times, but once was enough with the Ramblers!

Hey, no leaping from me! I know exactly what you mean. I'm involved with a u3a and some of the members are unbelievably snobby, to the point that we have members leaving because they simply felt so intimidated. We have pledged to discourage and overcome this kind of behaviour once we can have meetings again. I know it's going to be challenging........but I love a challenge!

Years ago my my mother knew someone who was always boasting about her house and the achievements of her daughter. My mother never said much. One day she said she was going to the opera that night, so my mother asked her where and when. “Oh, my daughter’s singing the leading role” my mother replied, my sister being a soprano.

Oofy
That's worthy of whole new thread, perhaps entitled Casual Sexism!

Every Officers' Mess I've ever been in!

Before some Grans leap on me, I recognise that this is my perception and that other people will have had a different experience to me, but the WI I went to at the invitation of a colleague and a Ramblers group both felt hostile and unwelcoming. Went to the WI three times, but once was enough with the Ramblers!

I went into Phase Eight in Cheltenham. I was totally ignored and I was looking for a Mother of the Groom outfit. I was prepared to pay several hundred pounds for the right outfit. Eventually the assistant came over when I requested some help. She was dismissive and obviously didnt think I could afford their prices. I rang Head Office and complained. It was Phase 8 not a designer label. The retail assistant must have thought she was better than me.

Years ago I was told that I must be a snob 'because of where you live'. I lived in a not very smart London suburb, admittedly in the so called best part, but it was all relative - nobody could possibly have called it a 'posh' area. I now live in a semi rural country town and I'm probably regarded as white trash by some of the neighbours, who have acres and Range Rovers and Pedigree dogs. How odd people are - to me, snobbery is a sign of insecurity. Someone who has married into my family has 'old money' and a large estate, and is modest, unassuming and treats all alike.

mostly lived in manchester area, the south of m/cr generally , mrs bucket territory!
its the people not the places!

I also had a Julia Roberts moment. Having had a car crash (not my fault and mercifully nobody hurt), my car had been written off. Had been saving to replace it anyway, as I was doing a lot of home visits that involved muddy lanes and needed a 4x4. Went into the show-room of a well-known brand of 4x4 in my Saturday morning clobber (jeans, t-shirt, anorak) with quite a lot of money in my pocket for a cash purchase (well, not literally) and looked round the cars on display. One caught my eye, and I requested a test drive. The salesman looked me up and down and said that wasn’t possible. Not sure to this day if that was snobbishness or sexism.Stung though. Ended up buying a brand new 4x4 at another garage. Told my then bf, now my husband, and we decided to go in together, a bit more dressed up, and look at that car again. The salesman fawned over us and volunteered the offer of a test drive to my bf. Which was when we said, no we’ll buy elsewhere, thanks. Bit childish, I suppose.
But then, it might have been a man thing. Had previously gone in a showroom with my male trainee (he didn’t even have a driving licence then) after work in a neighbouring town when I was driving the courtesy car after the crash. Looked at one vehicle, and the salesman spent the whole time talking to my trainee about the car, even referring to me as the “little lady” (I’m 14 stone!), even though I was the one looking for a car!

Urmstongran

I just think some areas are ‘moneyed’. Not that the people are snobbish they just mix with other well off people. Like attracts like I suppose.

Years ago when our girls were very young we had a holiday in Salcombe, Devon. My goodness that was an eye-opener on how the other half lived. Lots of what we’re called ‘Hooray Henrys back in the mid-80’s. We had to be mindful of our spending and yes, I felt a bit ‘out of it’ but that was my take on things, then. It’s a beautiful place. I’d love to go back! Maybe next year, a trip down memory lane.

Urnstongran. Yes, some places are moneyed and Salcombe certainly is.

You need to start saving up now for a visit next year!. The ‘Hooray Henrys’ are alive and well but all very nice of course ?.

I was brought up in the country in a beautiful part of Yorkshire, I found the " landed gentry" were not in the least "snobby", later I worked as a waitress & the worst snobs were "new money", no idea how to treat people & often rude, they felt superior to us minions serving them.

I have lived in Middlesex (Surrey), Somerset & now Devon, my accent is more "well spoken", influence of working in the Civil Service with a hint of Yorkshire. A friend here teases me about my northern accent (he's a true Devonian) & at times calling me "posh" but it's all in fun.

My neighbour takes delight in bragging about how well her DDs & SiLs have done. If they have parties or buy things it's all about how much/how many/every type of a certain food they've provided for a party etc. I think she likes to feel superior not that I let it bother me.

We used to have a saying for snobbish people "all fur coat & no knickers"

The comment from the comedian regarding Sherborne & saving up to move to Chard made me laugh, when I lived in Somerset I lived just outside Yeovil & frequently went into Sherborne

I was a mature student about to embark on a nursing degree at Oxford Brooks university. Having difficulty finding the place, I asked an older gentleman if hy could point me the way. He scratched his head and then he said to me “ oh you mean the polytechnic “. He obviously didn’t acknowledge where I was going as a proper university!!

Years ago I knew someone who was living with a minor 'pop star', and suddenly became so snobby she made her little daughter call her grandma nanny instead, so people she met would think grandma was a real nanny.

Not so much the place as the people who inhabit the place. Where I live there are a lot of second home owners, mine is nothing fancy a little two bed bungalow on a small private estate of the same but we are not far from St. Andrews in the East Neuk of Fife. There is a gentleman who every time he arrives for the weekend/holiday flies a flag from a flag pole in his garden. It is the first thing he does, gets the flag out of the boot of his car and runs it up the pole. Now if it was a castle or an estate I could see the point. His main house is in a less than affluent part of Scotland that has a well known football team and I am tempted to say to him that he should have the team flag instead of the one he has but then the neighbours would know where he lives. So to me its the people not the place.

My mother's house. I had to have elocution lessons as a young child because I had picked up the wrong accent (South London). And I wasn't allowed to play with children in my road as they were "lower class".

I had relatives who moved to Grange-over-Sands. First the neighbours objected to the colour of their car (it was yellow, at a time when it was fashionable), then they were told not to hang washing out (even though it was in the back garden and was nappies for their baby), and were approached by a decorator when they had been there about 6 months to say that ‘their place had come up on his schedule as the previous owners had a regular date for having the house decorated. Now that’s what I call snobby.

I haven't read all the comments on this thread. There are a lot.

My comment is about the opposite of a snobby area.

I moved to Cornwall and was shocked to find people talking of certain postcodes not being the place to live. I live in one of these post code areas.

One little village, close to us, with such a postcode is beautiful and the people there so friendly and helpful. The shop and pub there helped out so much during lockdown periods.

Definitely Cheshire. I grew up there and couldn’t wait to leave. Would never go back!

janipans
Never forget this though:

In many cases, the Royal Air Force rank will be the junior of the three Services, the Royal Navy having seniority over both the Army and RAF

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I just think some areas are ‘moneyed’. Not that the people are snobbish they just mix with other well off people. Like attracts like I suppose.

Years ago when our girls were very young we had a holiday in Salcombe, Devon. My goodness that was an eye-opener on how the other half lived. Lots of what we’re called ‘Hooray Henrys back in the mid-80’s. We had to be mindful of our spending and yes, I felt a bit ‘out of it’ but that was my take on things, then. It’s a beautiful place. I’d love to go back! Maybe next year, a trip down memory lane.

Some ex military men are quite insistent on retaining their rank. A friend of ours who was very senior in a large organisation interviewed a chap for a job and was sharply corrected when he greeted him as "Mr Bloggs", saying "it's Major Bloggs", if you don't mind."

Our friend, who had many years before done National Service, stuck out his hand and said "Lance-Corporal Biggins", pleased to meet you. It had the desired effect.