That was an enjoyable one. I was a jumped up grammar school kid before we moved to the states. A year of sound ass whoopings by some of the redneck boys I went to school with (most of who I was related to) ironed that straight out. Years later when I'd visit family this side of the pond I'd bump into the odd classmate. Couldn't stand'em. The air of supposed upper middle class they tried to put off just struck me as greasy. Great read slobberchops. Like with meesterboom, you're blog is always a great stop by for a fun read.
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Thanks for the comment, I try and make them interesting though in reality working for Kwiksave was mostly a borefest. I was not a grammer lad though I was too bright for the shitty school I attended, but at the time did not know that.