Unwashed masses, common people, rabble. I doubt you’d be able to hear me over the gaggles of screaming kids clinging to your grotty petticoats or simply obnoxious bean can exhaust pipes adoring your Subaru’s. I couldn’t hear you anyway over the clinking of champange glasses and grazing of ferrero rocher’s with the ambassador. Currently considering getting columns installed in all the rooms of the house. Don’t you know it’s the same car the queen drives?
Tbh I’ve not got through a tank of fuel without a warning light on the dash, will now be getting another new part fitted this week to hopefully get it sorted and I’m fingers crossed it’ll get through the MOT in dec. Though it is quite fun pretending to be posh, my uncle said ‘yeah I’ll take a look at your new car’ though I had to correct him - one doesn’t ‘look’; one admires.
