Posh? Me?

Okay, so the sad life continues and today I did my bestest impression of a posh, rich person!

Now before I continue I would like to stress that I am neither rich or posh or even a combination of the two, in fact, it's quite the very opposite!

So yes, my dad found a Jaguar he liked and coinsidently, it happened to be living in a garage about 5 mins away from where I live.

So this morning I went with him so he could sign some paperwork and such things and see the car for the first time.

Now, I drive an ancient Ford Fiesta that has more bumps in it than Jodie Marsh's face. Ahem.

But yes, you can only imagine what it looks like to turn up at a really posh Jaguar garage in a Ford Fiesta, not very swarve.

As soon as we went in, it was only to get worse. The garage has a few customers in there, all suited and booted business men wearing lables I could only imagine looking at never mind wearing.

A guy greets my dad with a massive hello and ushers us over to these massive leather couches, the likes of which I've only ever seen in my rich auntie's house, and she's 'own a football club' rich.

Next minute there's a man bringing us a cup of tea on a saucer, something which I've only ever heard rumours about.



I knew then that the posh phone voice I use very rarely was required and the ladette personality had to be ditched.

Basically, I had to become someone else for half an hour. And lord, it was the hardest half an hour of my life.

And why did I do this? Just because I was in a posh environment and felt the need. And I wasn't even buying a car! Pssh, how sad..

Listening to: Red Light Company - Arts & Crafts