Say something unponcey about yourself

[hercules1]

I love fishfinger sandwiches in white bread with vinegar.

WHen we had some builders round to quote for extending our patio the other day, dh wa discussing very serioulsy measurements and quotes with them when dd pointed at him and shouted very loudly and clearly 'Daddy, you farted, you farted, you farted'.

When DH is away I sometimes have salt and vinegar crisps dipped in cocktail sauce for my dinner
And my knickers and bra NEVER match

rofl @ herc's DD

My car is covered in squirrel sh*t

I eat grit most evenings

I went to a comprehensive school.

I love HP sauce

I did too

I like lasagne with a squirt of ketchup

I like dairylea and cheese and onion crisps sandwiches

I went to a comp too. [the shame]

I wore handmedowns and my girls do too

I went to a comp

I didnt make my child sit any exams to get into a grammer school.

we call a fart a fart in this house >

eek. Herc1 - you have just reminded me of something cringingly unponcey - on Mark warner Hols last year was chatting to v poncey mother in the loos when ds (3 1/2) piped up "my mummy once did such a big poo, the whole toilet filled up with water!!

& I prefer ketchup on my fishfinger sandwiches

i swim 200 lengths every day without touching the sides

i'm farting right now...

I have been known to pick my nose at traffic lights

mine is ...

i couldnt think of one thing to write about myself on the 'poncey thread'

I like builders tea.
I went to a comp.
I call farts, farts.
I drive an old banger.

aha - see that's what I thought yesterday about the non-poncey thread & now I'm mega-dumping farting along with the rest of you. I bet there's something..

My dc wear hand me downs from their cousins and I fill my trolley with own brand products. Unlike some people I remember where I came from and prefer to be true to myself.

I love salad cream (especially on strong cheddar cheese encased in crusty white bread!)

I honestly do not give a flying f*&^ what 'accent' my children speak with.

In fact, I encourage them to use as much local dialect as possible, and to be proud of their heritage and culture as Scots people.

And if others judge them on that, well, they really need to get a life.

Or to just break out their blue passports and Social Security numbers and swan off to America, where they will be welcomed and encouraged to be proud of being Scottish.

i live in a council house (beat that, hahaha)

I grew up on a council estate, went to a comp, didn't go to uni & I am from the north east. I am sitting still in my dressing gown

My husband left school at 16. He's never set foot in a university except as staff.