Posh English Gent

‘Oh I say isn’t this spiffing or what?’ says Jeremy taking the horse for a trot. It will be pheasant for dinner which the butler will sort followed by Havana cigars and a nice drop of port in the billiard room where the gentlemen play, then a nice game of backgammon if it’s on a Wednesday. The silver spoon in his mouth means he speaks rather strange, words like golly gosh, old bean- all rather deranged. The Rolls will be cleaned for a trip to the course where golf will be played in tidy plus fours. Then it's off to the cricket with the boys for a jolly, joined by stock brokers and bankers with plenty of lolly! It’s lunch at the Ivy or tea at the Ritz all terribly posh, just like St Moritz where his chalet will tend to the winter delight, skiing with royalty on champagne powder of white. The hallway displays portraits of the old, founders of industry which took hold securing old money to ensure a liquidity where one will never face financial humility.