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I'm going straight to golf club with this anecdote, but my misses is friends with some old money girls she met through rowing years ago.
One of them was getting married at their pile in Kent and my partner was a bridesmaid. As she sat down to get her hair done her seat collapsed with the back snapping in two. The mother of the bride exclaimed, "those fucking Jacobean chairs" and kicked the remnants into the corner. A different world.
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Exactly.
Back in the day, Alan Clark dismissed Michael Hesseltine as somebody who bought his own furniture. What most Brits don't realise is that there are actual aristocrats and the people we plebs label as "posh". The aristos know the difference, and I bet they let the supposed "poshos" know whenever they have an opportunity. Clark's own family were trade, but they'd been fake upper class for over a century, so I guess he keenly felt the distinctions.
The kind of man who bought all his furniture?