You may remember a few weeks ago that I was informing all you peasants just how upper class I am (How Posh?). Well here is a further update..what what.
A few days ago, one was dining in an exclusive restaurant (I can’t name it, it’s far too exclusive for the likes of you) and the waiter asked me, “Would you like gravy with that, Sir?”
“Gravy?” I said. “GRAVY?? I don’t know what gravy is, old bean!”
And I don’t know what it is. For all I know it could be a kind of bread roll, a type of potato or even a sauce.
Do you have any idea of how posh you have to be not to know what gravy is? I’m virtually fucking royalty pal.