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Post by oskar345 on Jun 20, 2023 12:07:21 GMT 1
The Class Act
It dawned on me to get ahead in life, I had to speak proper the way words are laid out in books It is hard to talk posh I had to write down what I was going to say when meeting friends or if they approved of the new me. “Good evening, my good man; have you travelled far?” For heaven’s sake, Oscar, I live next door to you “Good evening, my landlord, two glasses of your best ale please.” What!! Don’t mind him bar-keep is trying to be posh, two pints of lager as usual (some friends) My mother was proud, told friends: “my son wears a tie, I think he is courting.” I dropped my posh accent, when turned down for a job I wanted; they said I spoke too slowly and had no Personality.
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