Posh nosh

The Sunday Telegraph - - Letters to the editor -

SIR – Read­ers have been dis­cussing the char­ac­ter­is­tics which in­di­cate a per­son’s “posh­ness” (Let­ters, Jan­uary 6). I was once told that be­ing posh was de­ter­mined by how late one ate in the evening. High tea at five in the af­ter­noon was def­i­nitely not posh; din­ner at eight, very much so.

Un­less, of course, one was a shift worker who ate be­tween 11 and mid­night after the late shift. That took you back to the bot­tom of the lad­der. El­iz­a­beth Al­li­son

Ten­ter­den, Kent

SIR – I re­call once over­hear­ing a con­ver­sa­tion in Somer­field’s, a so­cially eclec­tic mini-mart of the time. A small boy was peer­ing ea­gerly into a dessert cabi­net.

“What’s that, Daddy?” he asked, in cut-glass tones. “It looks scrump­tious.” “That’s a pavlova”, replied the father: “I’m afraid they’re aw­fully posh.” “But daddy,” came the re­ply, “aren’t we posh?” Brian H Sheri­dan

Sh­effield, South York­shire

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