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I have heard stories from a very reliable source that a certain MP's wife from Hull (who may be linked to this thread) used to use the "Don't you know who I am" line in the east Hull suburb where she lived with her MP husband (who later went on to have an affair).
Not bad for someone who was a hairdresser and has since lived off the back of her husbands "status"
Best answer to that line was in Casablanca, 1942:
German banker: "Don't you know who I am?".
Rick: "I do, you're lucky the bar's open to you".
Your public school obviously didn't play rugby against Cranley, "Come on Cranners, beat the paupers!". Naturally we kicked their arses, but I got the distinct impression they were a step higher than us on the ladder.
Your public school obviously didn't play rugby against Cranley, "Come on Cranners, beat the paupers!". Naturally we kicked their arses, but I got the distinct impression they were a step higher than us on the ladder.
The joy of going to a public school is that you dont hold anyone in awe. There is no one higher up the ladder that you find intimidating.
Your public school obviously didn't play rugby against Cranley, "Come on Cranners, beat the paupers!". Naturally we kicked their arses, but I got the distinct impression they were a step higher than us on the ladder.
I have heard stories from a very reliable source that a certain MP's wife from Hull (who may be linked to this thread) used to use the "Don't you know who I am" line in the east Hull suburb where she lived with her MP husband (who later went on to have an affair).
Not bad for someone who was a hairdresser and has since lived off the back of her husbands "status"
"In the end, making Missy's wedding dreams come true cost her father - who lives in a caravan and surfaces driveways for a living....."
"Missy and Thomas honeymooned in Turkey before moving into their own £18,000 caravan - a wedding gift from her parents. "
I think that the family have made that up for the publicity - no way has some of that cost what they reckon. Jolly convenient that she "wants to be a glamour model"... no such thing as bad publicity?
Prescott is obsessed by class, and views any personal failure as down to the class based prejudice of those around him. And not due to the more obvious fact staring him in the face, that he is a t1t.
It's his personal scapegoat for his own failings, and so he'll never accept it just isn't there to the extent that he WANTS it to be.
Interesting that Prescott was finding things that weren't there. I.e. he expected the chavs to have an affinity with the working class. He expected the upper class bloke to detest him. Neither did either, I thought the upper class bloke seemed like a nice guy, Prescott was determined to hate him, despite him being really nice to JP.
That's because Prescott is a mile-wide **** with a three tonne chip on his shoulder.
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