Loving the common thread so much thought we should go “POSH”

Being judgemental doesnt take account of might haves, though.

You only find out those things by getting to know someone, and walking a mile in their shoes.

Going to a private school
Not necessarily - they may have won a scholarship

My MIL used to say you could tell someone well bred, of good stock and ‘posh’ just by looking at them.
Apart from clothes obviously, this is a load of tosh.

My friend gives a cheer to the Posh regularly. He supports Peterborough football team and they are known as The Posh.

Anyone who talks like Rees Mogg
Drinking coffee/tea with your little finger out
Rubbing in all the big things you can afford
Going to a private school
Paying silly money for ordinary things
Anyone who points a finger ( not literally) at anyone from a poorer background
I m working class with a reasonably good education and who talks with no accent so I m allowed to use the word posh???

Class according to my mother:

Common women went to the hairdressers. Women with "breeding" went to the salon.
Common families had dinner and tea. Well bred families had luncheon and supper sapper
Common women wore a pinny. Well bred women wore an apron.
And the ultimate indicator of being well bred was if you had an astrakhan coat or, at the very least, an astrakhan collar. And no well bred woman would be seen dead in black stockings!

Doodledog

TerriBull

The nuns at my convent school loved the word "breeding" and would announce to the class that certain favoured pupils had breeding, the implication being the rest of us didn't, presumably we all came about in a Dolly The Sheep laboratory type of way, except that had yet to happen back in my dim and distant school days

That reminds me of when people boast that their heritage goes back to the Tudors (or whatever) as though the rest of us have ancestors who appeared on a UFO.

The prime minister Alec Douglas-Home (pronounced Hume) was the 14th Earl of somewhere or other, which led Harold Wilson to point out that he was the 14th Mr Wilson.

People were considered posh if they didn't buy their clothes, food and furniture from the Coop it didn't matter they might be cheaper. Nothing from HongKong it was considered inferior.
My poor mother always wanted a cleaner when asked why she always said to wash the steps. Which were whitened every week along with the window sills.
The term "Betta mu class"{better than my class} often used.
My aunt with the Beaver coat and had holidays in Italy and Austria was often referred to as better mu class.
My DH still call the milk bottle now plastic as the ............ a relations name. He says as a student he got caught by his parents with one on the table when a "posh relation" arrived unexpectedly and afterwards got a very good dressing down.

Nanu nanu!

TerriBull

The nuns at my convent school loved the word "breeding" and would announce to the class that certain favoured pupils had breeding, the implication being the rest of us didn't, presumably we all came about in a Dolly The Sheep laboratory type of way, except that had yet to happen back in my dim and distant school days

That reminds me of when people boast that their heritage goes back to the Tudors (or whatever) as though the rest of us have ancestors who appeared on a UFO.

Yes, that sorts the wheat from the chaff, I think.

Chestnut

What we have forgotten to mention is that posh people (with class and breeding) would never use the word POSH! It's not in their vocabulary.

It goes without saying

I believe that Alan Clarke said of Michael Heseltine 'Poor Michael, he had to buy his own furniture you know'

My parents were both children of miners, and in amongst the hard work and poverty there were 'standards'. This included never having a milk bottle on the table, jam being decanted into a glass dish, always a table cloth, and my grandfather always wore a collar and tie and tweed jacket when not working, some others wore mufflers, but this was frowned upon. Neither of my sets of grandparents were in anyway snobbish or judgemental, and were kind and generous people, but there were standards which had to be kept. Unlike some, my grandmothers would never step outside the house in rollers or wearing slippers.

What we have forgotten to mention is that posh people (with class and breeding) would never use the word POSH! It's not in their vocabulary.

According to Alan Clarke, posh is living in a castle and inheriting your furniture as apposed to buying it.
Quoted to Michael Heseltine.
Love that man. Didn’t give a stuff about anyones opinion ?

The nuns at my convent school loved the word "breeding" and would announce to the class that certain favoured pupils had breeding, the implication being the rest of us didn't, presumably we all came about in a Dolly The Sheep laboratory type of way, except that had yet to happen back in my dim and distant school days

ixion

crazyH

Anyone who went to university and ‘read Classics’ as we often hear on Mastermind ….

Really??

Oh, come on. Do you really think it is strange that in the 50s or 60s, it was considered 'posh' to study Classics as opposed to Engineering or something that would 'lead to a job', at a time when only something like 5% of people went to university and most left school at 14? Of all the things on this thread that is the least surprising, IMO.

crazyH

Anyone who went to university and ‘read Classics’ as we often hear on Mastermind ….

Really??

Same in our house Doodledog no milk or sauce bottles on the table. Fish & chips eaten inside from china plates never outdoors in the paper.
My mother had a full pinafore which she wore in the mornings then after lunch she changed her clothes and wore a frilly apron.

We had a neighbour who considered herself posher than the rest of the neighbours. We all had outside toilets back then. This lady took in lodgers. She had a notice in the outside toilet attached with a nail, which read 'Please do not wee on the Floar'.

I just wanted to wear C&A clothes, have ketchup on my food, watch crackerjack and play with Mary Jane Leary whose mother once wore slippers in the street.
All perfectly reasonable ambitions, Sago .

My mum had some funny ideas too.
We could watch ITV, but not tell anyone. BBC2 was posh, and I don't think we had it for a while after it came out, but I don't know if that was a regional thing of if you needed a more modern TV than we had.
There were definitely no bottles or jars on the table - jam or ketchup went into little pots.
My mum's cousin bought a new build house when they were quite rare, and it had three loos. Now that was posh. And it had a shower as well as a bath, which amused my father for some reason. He always referred to it as a 'shaaah' until my mum wore him down and insisted they had one fitted. He also had a thing about people called Simon (I have no idea why ?). They were posh to a man - every last one of them!

Chestnut

Calendargirl Being posh is definitely all about breeding and social class. Yes, you can be living in poverty in a hovel and still be posh. Maybe your parents were upper (or upper middle) class and you were well educated, you will always be that person no matter how far you fall financially. Then there is 'new money', people who are from the lower or working classes but have acquired lots of money and are wealthy. Lots of examples in entertainment and sports. They have money but are not deemed posh or classy. Attempts to be posh by these people come across as totally fake like Hyacinth Bucket.

I agree.
Harry Enfields We AreConsiderably Richer Rhan Yow couple were really rich, but their way of dressing and the things they bought and the way they spoke and behaved put them firmly in the category of cCommon as Muck.
On the the other hand, a well educated, well spoken, well mannered, considerate of others person can live in a run down hovel, wear knitwear with holes in, covered in dog hairs, and yet will come across as posh.
It's an attitude

Surely saying garage rather than garidge is nothing to do with being posh, it’s just the correct pronunciation isn’t it?

Some of these are so funny.
I remember my mother and grandmother talking about ‘breeding’ too ?
It was a very class ridden society we grew up in wasn’t it?
Not so much now I think.

On the subject of cars, when I was little, it was considered ‘posh’ if you had a four-door car as opposed to a two-door car

We were most definitely not posh, then, because we didn't even have a car just ?

walking your own dogs on your own land in your holey pyjamas