"a bit ph private"
Discussion
B17NNS said:
Kiltie said:
"Duct tape".
Much more exclusive
"Gaffer tape generally costs 3 to 4 times the amount of a roll of duct tape of equivalent length; this is because it is manufactured in much smaller volumes and demanded with a specification that makes it easy to tear and to remove cleanly."
Edited by Pickled on Wednesday 14th January 23:49
Worries.
About his job.
About his mortgage.
About his kids.
About how he is perceived.
About his car.
About his station in life.
About the fact that he is not living the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Resents.
His job.
His mortgage.
His kids.
How he is perceived.
His car.
His station in life.
People who live the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Very class conscious. Lower middle class origins from the home coumties. Parents showed him a little social mobility by moving from a semi to a detatched. It all seemed so promising back in the day when he thought he was a bit of a maverick. State school educated, but a good one, no point in forking out for private said his Dad but times were better when his younger brother got to secondary school age, so they payed for him to go private.
Younger bro was the real maverick. Writing computer program's on his Amiga with his posh school mates while he was working for but not quite getting those A level grades to the good Uni.
Little bro got drunk, dropped the odd E and had one or two motoring based brushes with police.
Our man went to a Poly - graduated the last year before they made them Universities. They won't change his certificate though, even though he emailed them and said he lost his.
Then there was the girl he got up the duff. She kept the kids but dumped her studies. She could have been a lawyer rather than a stay at home mum and she hopes one day maybe a part time estate agent. He worked hard, he toiled and was the good father and provider he thought he ought to be.
His parents say they are proud, but it's obvious at family gatherings who did well. Little bro sailed through school. He got the A level grades to a top Uni and impressed by his computer skills a gaming company funded his path through Universty giving him a career with a great starting salary on graduation.
Little bro had a yellow Elise at 21 graduating through TVRs and other cars before meeting the "perfect" wife and spawning Bambinos as he call them. They are younger than his kids, privately educated and by the age of 6 speak a couple of foreign languages. Our man's kids are bright and state educated.He resents the fact that they have a "local" twang to their accents which their posh cousins nnocently point out. "Daddy, don't they sound a bit like Chardonnay?" they say. Chardonnay is their cleaner from the local council estate who actually sounds nothing like our man's nicely spoken but locally accented kids. It doesn't help that our man's wife knows Chardonnay and her problems with "her man" (He hit her once you know?) from standing with the gaggle of mums at the school gate.
Little bro lives that PH lifestyle owning a software consultancy these days. "Basically, they pay my company to have ideas, and I get paid play computer games all day."
Little bro with his Georgian detatched, farmhouse with wine cellar Rolex and collection of cars actually "knocks it on the head in Thursdays at 3" because its important to maie time for your wife and kids. Afterall, it's only a job, and it's only money.
All the while our PHer works and works and gets nagged, and gets compared with, and gets worried and gets resentful, and when the house - which he can't sell because of negative equity and which is really too small - is quiet and they are all asleep, he posts on PH about diesels, MPG Costco and he will tell you how to wash your car..
About his job.
About his mortgage.
About his kids.
About how he is perceived.
About his car.
About his station in life.
About the fact that he is not living the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Resents.
His job.
His mortgage.
His kids.
How he is perceived.
His car.
His station in life.
People who live the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Very class conscious. Lower middle class origins from the home coumties. Parents showed him a little social mobility by moving from a semi to a detatched. It all seemed so promising back in the day when he thought he was a bit of a maverick. State school educated, but a good one, no point in forking out for private said his Dad but times were better when his younger brother got to secondary school age, so they payed for him to go private.
Younger bro was the real maverick. Writing computer program's on his Amiga with his posh school mates while he was working for but not quite getting those A level grades to the good Uni.
Little bro got drunk, dropped the odd E and had one or two motoring based brushes with police.
Our man went to a Poly - graduated the last year before they made them Universities. They won't change his certificate though, even though he emailed them and said he lost his.
Then there was the girl he got up the duff. She kept the kids but dumped her studies. She could have been a lawyer rather than a stay at home mum and she hopes one day maybe a part time estate agent. He worked hard, he toiled and was the good father and provider he thought he ought to be.
His parents say they are proud, but it's obvious at family gatherings who did well. Little bro sailed through school. He got the A level grades to a top Uni and impressed by his computer skills a gaming company funded his path through Universty giving him a career with a great starting salary on graduation.
Little bro had a yellow Elise at 21 graduating through TVRs and other cars before meeting the "perfect" wife and spawning Bambinos as he call them. They are younger than his kids, privately educated and by the age of 6 speak a couple of foreign languages. Our man's kids are bright and state educated.He resents the fact that they have a "local" twang to their accents which their posh cousins nnocently point out. "Daddy, don't they sound a bit like Chardonnay?" they say. Chardonnay is their cleaner from the local council estate who actually sounds nothing like our man's nicely spoken but locally accented kids. It doesn't help that our man's wife knows Chardonnay and her problems with "her man" (He hit her once you know?) from standing with the gaggle of mums at the school gate.
Little bro lives that PH lifestyle owning a software consultancy these days. "Basically, they pay my company to have ideas, and I get paid play computer games all day."
Little bro with his Georgian detatched, farmhouse with wine cellar Rolex and collection of cars actually "knocks it on the head in Thursdays at 3" because its important to maie time for your wife and kids. Afterall, it's only a job, and it's only money.
All the while our PHer works and works and gets nagged, and gets compared with, and gets worried and gets resentful, and when the house - which he can't sell because of negative equity and which is really too small - is quiet and they are all asleep, he posts on PH about diesels, MPG Costco and he will tell you how to wash your car..
Edited by wildcat45 on Thursday 15th January 03:11
wildcat45 said:
Worries.
About his job.
About his mortgage.
About his kids.
About how he is perceived.
About his car.
About his station in life.
About the fact that he is not living the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Resents.
His job.
His mortgage.
His kids.
How he is perceived.
His car.
His station in life.
People who live the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Very class conscious. Lower middle class origins from the home coumties. Parents showed him a little social mobility by moving from a semi to a detatched. It all seemed so promising back in the day when he thought he was a bit of a maverick. State school educated, but a good one, no point in forking out for private said his Dad but times were better when his younger brother got to secondary school age, so they payed for him to go private.
Younger bro was the real maverick. Writing computer program's on his Amiga with his posh school mates while he was working for but not quite getting those A level grades to the good Uni.
Little bro got drunk, dropped the odd E and had one or two motoring based brushes with police.
Our man went to a Poly - graduated the last year before they made them Universities. They won't change his certificate though, even though he emailed them and said he lost his.
Then there was the girl he got up the duff. She kept the kids but dumped her studies. She could have been a lawyer rather than a stay at home mum and she hopes one day maybe a part time estate agent. He worked hard, he toiled and was the good father and provider he thought he ought to be.
His parents say they are proud, but it's obvious at family gatherings who did well. Little bro sailed through school. He got the A level grades to a top Uni and impressed by his computer skills a gaming company funded his path through Universty giving him a career with a great starting salary on graduation.
Little bro had a yellow Elise at 21 graduating through TVRs and other cars before meeting the "perfect" wife and spawning Bambinos as he call them. They are younger than his kids, privately educated and by the age of 6 speak a couple of foreign languages. Our man's kids are bright and state educated.He resents the fact that they have a "local" twang to their accents which their posh cousins nnocently point out. "Daddy, don't they sound a bit like Chardonnay?" they say. Chardonnay is their cleaner from the local council estate who actually sounds nothing like our man's nicely spoken but locally accented kids. It doesn't help that our man's wife knows Chardonnay and her problems with "her man" (He hit her once you know?) from standing with the gaggle of mums at the school gate.
Little bro lives that PH lifestyle owning a software consultancy these days. "Basically, they pay my company to have ideas, and I get paid play computer games all day."
Little bro with his Georgian detatched, farmhouse with wine cellar Rolex and collection of cars actually "knocks it on the head in Thursdays at 3" because its important to maie time for your wife and kids. Afterall, it's only a job, and it's only money.
All the while our PHer works and works and gets nagged, and gets compared with, and gets worried and gets resentful, and when the house - which he can't sell because of negative equity and which is really too small - is quiet and they are all asleep, he posts on PH about diesels, MPG Costco and he will tell you how to wash your car..
Spends too much time on here.About his job.
About his mortgage.
About his kids.
About how he is perceived.
About his car.
About his station in life.
About the fact that he is not living the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Resents.
His job.
His mortgage.
His kids.
How he is perceived.
His car.
His station in life.
People who live the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Very class conscious. Lower middle class origins from the home coumties. Parents showed him a little social mobility by moving from a semi to a detatched. It all seemed so promising back in the day when he thought he was a bit of a maverick. State school educated, but a good one, no point in forking out for private said his Dad but times were better when his younger brother got to secondary school age, so they payed for him to go private.
Younger bro was the real maverick. Writing computer program's on his Amiga with his posh school mates while he was working for but not quite getting those A level grades to the good Uni.
Little bro got drunk, dropped the odd E and had one or two motoring based brushes with police.
Our man went to a Poly - graduated the last year before they made them Universities. They won't change his certificate though, even though he emailed them and said he lost his.
Then there was the girl he got up the duff. She kept the kids but dumped her studies. She could have been a lawyer rather than a stay at home mum and she hopes one day maybe a part time estate agent. He worked hard, he toiled and was the good father and provider he thought he ought to be.
His parents say they are proud, but it's obvious at family gatherings who did well. Little bro sailed through school. He got the A level grades to a top Uni and impressed by his computer skills a gaming company funded his path through Universty giving him a career with a great starting salary on graduation.
Little bro had a yellow Elise at 21 graduating through TVRs and other cars before meeting the "perfect" wife and spawning Bambinos as he call them. They are younger than his kids, privately educated and by the age of 6 speak a couple of foreign languages. Our man's kids are bright and state educated.He resents the fact that they have a "local" twang to their accents which their posh cousins nnocently point out. "Daddy, don't they sound a bit like Chardonnay?" they say. Chardonnay is their cleaner from the local council estate who actually sounds nothing like our man's nicely spoken but locally accented kids. It doesn't help that our man's wife knows Chardonnay and her problems with "her man" (He hit her once you know?) from standing with the gaggle of mums at the school gate.
Little bro lives that PH lifestyle owning a software consultancy these days. "Basically, they pay my company to have ideas, and I get paid play computer games all day."
Little bro with his Georgian detatched, farmhouse with wine cellar Rolex and collection of cars actually "knocks it on the head in Thursdays at 3" because its important to maie time for your wife and kids. Afterall, it's only a job, and it's only money.
All the while our PHer works and works and gets nagged, and gets compared with, and gets worried and gets resentful, and when the house - which he can't sell because of negative equity and which is really too small - is quiet and they are all asleep, he posts on PH about diesels, MPG Costco and he will tell you how to wash your car..
Edited by wildcat45 on Thursday 15th January 03:11
te I thought fBoozy said:
You don't have staff for that!?
I do but tonight is the night I allow them into the local town to go to the cinema. I heard them come back earlier because one of the valetssteppedon on a man trap. Awful commotion, but I put him out of his misery from the bedroom window with the Purdey. Remind me tomorrow to have his pregnant widow thrown out of her cottage.
wildcat45 said:
And has a horrible cold, can't sleep for coughing so is lying on the spare bed (one of 9 in my house) ;-) with the dog beside me prattling round on here.
Snap . I think it's because the hot toddy I made earlier with the 12 year old single malt, freshly squeezed Sicilian wax free lemons and finest manuka honey may have worn off, and as the chauffeur is away skiing in St. Merits this week I can't have another as I need to pilot the motor to the office in the morningc81 said:
Snap . I think it's because the hot toddy I made earlier with the 12 year old single malt, freshly squeezed Sicilian wax free lemons and finest manuka honey may have worn off, and as the chauffeur is away skiing in St. Merits this week I can't have another as I need to pilot the motor to the office in the morning
My poor chap. How utterly terrible. How do you cope? By the way I just noticed the time. I'm not working this week. When's it not acceptable to have another one? I've been knocking back this amazing cinnamon based whiskey drink I got from my Sister in aw for my birthday. It's making me cough no better but I am pleasantly pissed.
wildcat45 said:
Worries.
About his job.
About his mortgage.
About his kids.
About how he is perceived.
About his car.
About his station in life.
About the fact that he is not living the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Resents.
His job.
His mortgage.
His kids.
How he is perceived.
His car.
His station in life.
People who live the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Very class conscious. Lower middle class origins from the home coumties. Parents showed him a little social mobility by moving from a semi to a detatched. It all seemed so promising back in the day when he thought he was a bit of a maverick. State school educated, but a good one, no point in forking out for private said his Dad but times were better when his younger brother got to secondary school age, so they payed for him to go private.
Younger bro was the real maverick. Writing computer program's on his Amiga with his posh school mates while he was working for but not quite getting those A level grades to the good Uni.
Little bro got drunk, dropped the odd E and had one or two motoring based brushes with police.
Our man went to a Poly - graduated the last year before they made them Universities. They won't change his certificate though, even though he emailed them and said he lost his.
Then there was the girl he got up the duff. She kept the kids but dumped her studies. She could have been a lawyer rather than a stay at home mum and she hopes one day maybe a part time estate agent. He worked hard, he toiled and was the good father and provider he thought he ought to be.
His parents say they are proud, but it's obvious at family gatherings who did well. Little bro sailed through school. He got the A level grades to a top Uni and impressed by his computer skills a gaming company funded his path through Universty giving him a career with a great starting salary on graduation.
Little bro had a yellow Elise at 21 graduating through TVRs and other cars before meeting the "perfect" wife and spawning Bambinos as he call them. They are younger than his kids, privately educated and by the age of 6 speak a couple of foreign languages. Our man's kids are bright and state educated.He resents the fact that they have a "local" twang to their accents which their posh cousins nnocently point out. "Daddy, don't they sound a bit like Chardonnay?" they say. Chardonnay is their cleaner from the local council estate who actually sounds nothing like our man's nicely spoken but locally accented kids. It doesn't help that our man's wife knows Chardonnay and her problems with "her man" (He hit her once you know?) from standing with the gaggle of mums at the school gate.
Little bro lives that PH lifestyle owning a software consultancy these days. "Basically, they pay my company to have ideas, and I get paid play computer games all day."
Little bro with his Georgian detatched, farmhouse with wine cellar Rolex and collection of cars actually "knocks it on the head in Thursdays at 3" because its important to maie time for your wife and kids. Afterall, it's only a job, and it's only money.
All the while our PHer works and works and gets nagged, and gets compared with, and gets worried and gets resentful, and when the house - which he can't sell because of negative equity and which is really too small - is quiet and they are all asleep, he posts on PH about diesels, MPG Costco and he will tell you how to wash your car..
Impressive About his job.
About his mortgage.
About his kids.
About how he is perceived.
About his car.
About his station in life.
About the fact that he is not living the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Resents.
His job.
His mortgage.
His kids.
How he is perceived.
His car.
His station in life.
People who live the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Very class conscious. Lower middle class origins from the home coumties. Parents showed him a little social mobility by moving from a semi to a detatched. It all seemed so promising back in the day when he thought he was a bit of a maverick. State school educated, but a good one, no point in forking out for private said his Dad but times were better when his younger brother got to secondary school age, so they payed for him to go private.
Younger bro was the real maverick. Writing computer program's on his Amiga with his posh school mates while he was working for but not quite getting those A level grades to the good Uni.
Little bro got drunk, dropped the odd E and had one or two motoring based brushes with police.
Our man went to a Poly - graduated the last year before they made them Universities. They won't change his certificate though, even though he emailed them and said he lost his.
Then there was the girl he got up the duff. She kept the kids but dumped her studies. She could have been a lawyer rather than a stay at home mum and she hopes one day maybe a part time estate agent. He worked hard, he toiled and was the good father and provider he thought he ought to be.
His parents say they are proud, but it's obvious at family gatherings who did well. Little bro sailed through school. He got the A level grades to a top Uni and impressed by his computer skills a gaming company funded his path through Universty giving him a career with a great starting salary on graduation.
Little bro had a yellow Elise at 21 graduating through TVRs and other cars before meeting the "perfect" wife and spawning Bambinos as he call them. They are younger than his kids, privately educated and by the age of 6 speak a couple of foreign languages. Our man's kids are bright and state educated.He resents the fact that they have a "local" twang to their accents which their posh cousins nnocently point out. "Daddy, don't they sound a bit like Chardonnay?" they say. Chardonnay is their cleaner from the local council estate who actually sounds nothing like our man's nicely spoken but locally accented kids. It doesn't help that our man's wife knows Chardonnay and her problems with "her man" (He hit her once you know?) from standing with the gaggle of mums at the school gate.
Little bro lives that PH lifestyle owning a software consultancy these days. "Basically, they pay my company to have ideas, and I get paid play computer games all day."
Little bro with his Georgian detatched, farmhouse with wine cellar Rolex and collection of cars actually "knocks it on the head in Thursdays at 3" because its important to maie time for your wife and kids. Afterall, it's only a job, and it's only money.
All the while our PHer works and works and gets nagged, and gets compared with, and gets worried and gets resentful, and when the house - which he can't sell because of negative equity and which is really too small - is quiet and they are all asleep, he posts on PH about diesels, MPG Costco and he will tell you how to wash your car..
Edited by wildcat45 on Thursday 15th January 03:11
wildcat45 said:
Worries.
About his job.
About his mortgage.
About his kids.
About how he is perceived.
About his car.
About his station in life.
About the fact that he is not living the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Resents.
His job.
His mortgage.
His kids.
How he is perceived.
His car.
His station in life.
People who live the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Very class conscious. Lower middle class origins from the home coumties. Parents showed him a little social mobility by moving from a semi to a detatched. It all seemed so promising back in the day when he thought he was a bit of a maverick. State school educated, but a good one, no point in forking out for private said his Dad but times were better when his younger brother got to secondary school age, so they payed for him to go private.
Younger bro was the real maverick. Writing computer program's on his Amiga with his posh school mates while he was working for but not quite getting those A level grades to the good Uni.
Little bro got drunk, dropped the odd E and had one or two motoring based brushes with police.
Our man went to a Poly - graduated the last year before they made them Universities. They won't change his certificate though, even though he emailed them and said he lost his.
Then there was the girl he got up the duff. She kept the kids but dumped her studies. She could have been a lawyer rather than a stay at home mum and she hopes one day maybe a part time estate agent. He worked hard, he toiled and was the good father and provider he thought he ought to be.
His parents say they are proud, but it's obvious at family gatherings who did well. Little bro sailed through school. He got the A level grades to a top Uni and impressed by his computer skills a gaming company funded his path through Universty giving him a career with a great starting salary on graduation.
Little bro had a yellow Elise at 21 graduating through TVRs and other cars before meeting the "perfect" wife and spawning Bambinos as he call them. They are younger than his kids, privately educated and by the age of 6 speak a couple of foreign languages. Our man's kids are bright and state educated.He resents the fact that they have a "local" twang to their accents which their posh cousins nnocently point out. "Daddy, don't they sound a bit like Chardonnay?" they say. Chardonnay is their cleaner from the local council estate who actually sounds nothing like our man's nicely spoken but locally accented kids. It doesn't help that our man's wife knows Chardonnay and her problems with "her man" (He hit her once you know?) from standing with the gaggle of mums at the school gate.
Little bro lives that PH lifestyle owning a software consultancy these days. "Basically, they pay my company to have ideas, and I get paid play computer games all day."
Little bro with his Georgian detatched, farmhouse with wine cellar Rolex and collection of cars actually "knocks it on the head in Thursdays at 3" because its important to maie time for your wife and kids. Afterall, it's only a job, and it's only money.
All the while our PHer works and works and gets nagged, and gets compared with, and gets worried and gets resentful, and when the house - which he can't sell because of negative equity and which is really too small - is quiet and they are all asleep, he posts on PH about diesels, MPG Costco and he will tell you how to wash your car..
So very true ....About his job.
About his mortgage.
About his kids.
About how he is perceived.
About his car.
About his station in life.
About the fact that he is not living the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Resents.
His job.
His mortgage.
His kids.
How he is perceived.
His car.
His station in life.
People who live the PH lifestyle outlined above.
Very class conscious. Lower middle class origins from the home coumties. Parents showed him a little social mobility by moving from a semi to a detatched. It all seemed so promising back in the day when he thought he was a bit of a maverick. State school educated, but a good one, no point in forking out for private said his Dad but times were better when his younger brother got to secondary school age, so they payed for him to go private.
Younger bro was the real maverick. Writing computer program's on his Amiga with his posh school mates while he was working for but not quite getting those A level grades to the good Uni.
Little bro got drunk, dropped the odd E and had one or two motoring based brushes with police.
Our man went to a Poly - graduated the last year before they made them Universities. They won't change his certificate though, even though he emailed them and said he lost his.
Then there was the girl he got up the duff. She kept the kids but dumped her studies. She could have been a lawyer rather than a stay at home mum and she hopes one day maybe a part time estate agent. He worked hard, he toiled and was the good father and provider he thought he ought to be.
His parents say they are proud, but it's obvious at family gatherings who did well. Little bro sailed through school. He got the A level grades to a top Uni and impressed by his computer skills a gaming company funded his path through Universty giving him a career with a great starting salary on graduation.
Little bro had a yellow Elise at 21 graduating through TVRs and other cars before meeting the "perfect" wife and spawning Bambinos as he call them. They are younger than his kids, privately educated and by the age of 6 speak a couple of foreign languages. Our man's kids are bright and state educated.He resents the fact that they have a "local" twang to their accents which their posh cousins nnocently point out. "Daddy, don't they sound a bit like Chardonnay?" they say. Chardonnay is their cleaner from the local council estate who actually sounds nothing like our man's nicely spoken but locally accented kids. It doesn't help that our man's wife knows Chardonnay and her problems with "her man" (He hit her once you know?) from standing with the gaggle of mums at the school gate.
Little bro lives that PH lifestyle owning a software consultancy these days. "Basically, they pay my company to have ideas, and I get paid play computer games all day."
Little bro with his Georgian detatched, farmhouse with wine cellar Rolex and collection of cars actually "knocks it on the head in Thursdays at 3" because its important to maie time for your wife and kids. Afterall, it's only a job, and it's only money.
All the while our PHer works and works and gets nagged, and gets compared with, and gets worried and gets resentful, and when the house - which he can't sell because of negative equity and which is really too small - is quiet and they are all asleep, he posts on PH about diesels, MPG Costco and he will tell you how to wash your car..
Edited by wildcat45 on Thursday 15th January 03:11
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