The difference between new and old money

Trogg

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I was the security at Lord and Lady Sandon place again last night (specialy requested thank you very much >doffs cap<) big wedding, all the trimmings, candles, ballons, fresh flowers the lot.

Lots of "money" at this do, you could tell looking at the clothes that these are no normal everyday type people the suits were all cut perfectly, the dresses and handbags ect were all "high fashion" with the gucci, valentino etc, one of the jackets hanging up had a 'sedwell of savile row' tag in it!

Around 22:30 i'm doing a walk through when i hear

"Staff, Staff, i say, Staff, are you deaf?"

I turn around and there's this jumped up little wazark looking at me, so i reply "sorry sir, are you talking to me?"

Him: well, you are staff aren't you?

Me: Technically i'm a security contractor so i...

Him: (interupting me) yes yes yes now look, you are working here that makes you staff does it not?

Me: yes i suppose it does

Him: Jolly good, can one get a glass (pronounced glarrrrrse) of water?

Me: yes sir, if you go around this corner and down the stairs there is a bar where you can get one

Him: oh, oh so i have to fetch my own drink do i, what is the use of staff when one has to do things themselves

Me: As i explained sir, i'm the security not a waiter.....>Trogg exits stage left<

Just to be on the safe side i go and find the lass in charge and explain what happened, now to give her her dues she is a very well spoken lass, not like us common n garden types but she asks me to show her who it was so if he complains she'll know.

I start walking along the thin passageway between the orangery (posh word for greenhouse) and the main hall with the lass behind me, walk around the corner and there's some posh but unsteady woman looking "gone out" while some short, fat, messy haired, bad fitting suit fella is trying to talk to her, i walk up behind and say "excuse me please", without even looking around this bloke replies "we are having a conversation, wait" so i look over my shoulder at the lass in charge and turn back saying "excuse me please sir" i made sure to emphasis the please so there could be no confusion that i was being polite.

Then the guy pushed my buttons....without turning around (i think keeping your back to someone while talking to them is ignorant, sorry but i do) he says "are you stupid?, are you deaf?, did i not just tell you we are having a conversation?, now sod off somewhere and do something useful" then 'giggles'

I look at the lass behind me (for approval i suppose) turn back to this guy and say in my usual ever so slightly rougher doormans voice, "i'm trying to do my job, now, are you gonna move or am i gonna move you?", the guy turns around and i swear to god his shoulders droop, his hand holding his drink lowers, his jaw drops slightly and he has that look on his face, you know the one the "schoolboy caught smoking" type of look as he realises he has an 18stone silverback gorrila staring at him...he mumbles something about not realising he was blocking the pathway and steps back against the wall, the woman he was talking to used it as her cue to escape and stumbles off in front of me.

As we go across the corridor to the hall the 'boss lady' grabs my arm and says "Al, how the flip you didn't slap him one i'll never know you must have far more patience than me mate" , now, as i said before this young lady is very very well spoken, looks and sounds like the sort who would have gone to a specialist womens school, done all the training with the books on the head and all that kind of stuff so you'll understand my confusion and can hopefully picture my face when she blurted that out!

I carry on across the corridor and point out the guy who'd got snotty with me and then we went back to her office, we go in and she slumps in this chair in the corner kicks off her shoes and says "thank god for that, i hate these bloody dos, they think because they are a guest at the hall they are some kind of royalty, i can't stand yuppies, if the lady was here she'd have thrown him out on his ear, and that creepy little wotsit in the gangway"

I guess she must have seen my tiny braincell trying to make sense of everything cos she suddenly starts laughing and says "you ok Al, you look like yer in shock?"
I just shook my head and said "yeah i'm fine".

She laughs even louder now and says "what? you didn't think i spoke like that all the time did you...(puts on posh voice again) one has to do ones thing when one is dealing with the gentry don'tcha know (posh voice off) i was born in Stoke Al, i'm a clayhead mate but for appearences and to please her Ladyship i have to give it the Victorian act, if you think i'm bad wait till you meet her, she's a right laugh when there's nobody about to hear her....... that's the difference between new money and old money Al, her family have always been part of the uppers, there is millions involved with this family but they are all down to earth, that lot out there (gestures towards the door with her head) they are new money and think they are above because they've got cash...can't stand them ignorant arseholes, right, you'd best get back to it mate i'll see you later"
That was it, i walked out, still trying to work out what the hell had just happened but went back to walking around.

At the end of the night the bride comes over all posh and thanks me for doing such a wonderful job of keeping her friends inline blah blah, then she swans off to the last of her guests, the groom comes over grabs my hand, shakes it and says "thanks for that pal, you've done a grand job..i can't wait to get to bed i'm f**king knackered the nuptials will have to wait till the morning" then he winks and has that smile only a newly married guy has (before he loses it lol) he then pats his pockets and says "i'm dead sorry but i haven't got any cash with me or i'd give you a drink, if you hang on i'll ask my dad to give you a few quid for me" i told him there was no need to worry and he should get off cos his new wife looks like shes waiting to go...he shakes my hand again and trots off out the door.

10 minutes later and Mick the "handyman" comes in, i give him a hand to pack away the tables etc and have a laugh with him, he describes himself as an ex-spudbasher he served with the "boss" and when he retired he landed the job of looking after the "old pile", i was telling him about what had gone on and he says "if the boss had been here mate he'd have had you escort him off the land not just out the door, he hates people like that he normally asks me to do it but these ain't what they used to be (holds up the jcb buckets he calls his hands) and i'm finding it hard to grab knobheads round the throat now...when he comes up to my place for a chat he'll turn his phone off because he hates being disturbed when we're having a bevvy" he's a real nice bloke you know, not what you'd expect for someone who's related to royalty!

I then find out the family have given Mick the entire top floor of the place as a life long residence, he's free to do what he wants so long as he does his job they're happy.
I'd never really thought about it untill last night, always thought of the "old money" as being the snobs, you know the ones who had grown up living in the past with servants, butlers etc, but from what i could make out...it's the new money that treats people like dirt and the old money seems to have some respect.
 

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Nice read that Trogg and worth the time and effort you put into it.
Unfortunately it will have to be dismissed as does not conform to what some believe (without any actual experience themselves of course) so must be lies. :)
FWIW I fully agree with you in that it is "new money" that have the arrogance but that's just a sign of the times and down to the circles they move within.
We go to a lot of National Trust places and where the original owners still have residency we have found them to be most pleasant and welcoming.
 

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I’ve worked for a lot of let’s say money people from Lord Harewood to telly stars and footballers they were all great polite and grateful for our service. But ya then get the sons and daughters who have been given everything on a silver platter thinking they can talk to ya like Schit, they get the same reply as arseholes who get on my tits and the second words off 👍
 

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Really enjoyed reading that mate. I'd have taken great pleasure in shoving both their faces up their arses. Arrogant t***s
 

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I’ve worked for a lot of let’s say money people from Lord Harewood to telly stars and footballers they were all great polite and grateful for our service. But ya then get the sons and daughters who have been given everything on a silver platter thinking they can talk to ya like Schit, they get the same reply as arseholes who get on my tits and the second words off 👍
I once had Harry Kewell carry a toolbox from my van into his new Portford homes house up at Wetherby. That 's when he was seeing that lass off Emmerdale. I reckon he 'd only be 18 / 19 years old then. Nice young fella I thought. Down to earth. May have changed when he got older.
 

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Hope the Tossers Teeth fall out, his arse hair gets matted, he suffer the scratching on his balls from a thousand fleas and can only walk backwards.
 

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I was at a charity do at a local stately home, and went to answer the call of nature.
No fancy porcelain bowls in those toilets, just a flat wall with a gutter running along its base.

I found myself standing next to the Lord of the Manor, and like true gentlemen, we ignored each other and stared straight ahead.
But I somehow managed to get something tangled up, and peed at right angles, straight onto his lordship's brogues.
I was horrified, and apologised profusely.

He wiped each shoe on the back of his trouser legs, and said:

"Don't worry about it old chap.
Rather skillful actually, I normally pee on my own shoes!"
 

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I once Did some work for a actor who was a regular for years on Emmerdale, we were given his address and key code to his Gate and off we went. We arrived in our Trusty but Rusty old tranny van and went round the back of his house to be greeted by him and his words "F++k me i thought Dingles had got a new van" :LOL: :LOL:
 

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My class of Old Money story...

Many years ago when I first moved to London I ended up getting roped in (long story) for three years in a row for a long weekend of cricket in a beautiful village in the South Downs. Virtually the whole of our team plus wives/ girlfriends/ hangers on would stay at this massive house, one step down from a stately home , which had been in our captain's wife's family since the year dot and was currently owned by her uncle and aunt. Anyway, second morning, me and girlfriend were last up, everyone else already on the tennis courts or in the pool, and we overheard the following conversation from the kitchen, splendid upper class drawl throughout..
"Darling, would you know precisely how many of these young people will be here for supper tonight ? "
"Oh **** darling, how should I know ? Just cook a lot."

For the last day of cricket, the old boy would turn up in an ancient Morris shooting brake with a barrel of bitter from the local brewery. Great fun fielding at deep fine leg with a pint in one hand.

As I say, class.
 

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I'm surprised that you were surprised, Trogg. In my experience the 'aristocracy' (familes with a background of employing others ie old money) have the confidence, born of decades of experience, and handed down. to deal with any situation without being aggressive. Any display of anger on their part is a deliberate ploy - not because they have lost their temper.

This contrasts with many people who have suddenly come into money, who do not have the genuine confidence to deal with the new situation they find themselves in without trying to pull rank.
 

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The worst people I worked with were the staff at Buckingham Palace. Some of them were so full of their own self importance. Not the ones higher up, but the, "Don't you know, I'm the assistant to the deputy press officer and I need these people and equipment allowed through right away, without searching".
 

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The best ones Cherv are the ones who come out with “ Do you know who I am “ 🤣🤣 my reply every time is “ look mate if you can find the F::k I should have I will give it” 🤣🤣🤣
 

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The best ones Cherv are the ones who come out with “ Do you know who I am “ 🤣🤣 my reply every time is “ look mate if you can find the F::k I should have I will give it” 🤣🤣🤣
Used to get that in the police all the time. My normal reply would be "Here, this geezer doesn't know who he is?"
 
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I'm sure you fellow tradesmen will agree, the best people to do a job for are normal, hard working class people. As soon as you get there .... " kettle is on, is it coffee or tea ? " " Do you want paying now ? " Ten bob millionaires on the other hand dont know where the kettle is and want to barter over the price once the job is done. They don't get us again in a hurry.
 

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I love working for anyone who dont look down their Noses at you, if the attitude starts no matter how much i say Oi you rang me so you needed my help not the other way round, soon puts em in their place.
 

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Trogg, it sounds like m’lady has got a soft spot for ya! 😉

I hope so...she's not a bad looking lass ;)


The worst people I worked with were the staff at Buckingham Palace. Some of them were so full of their own self importance. Not the ones higher up, but the, "Don't you know, I'm the assistant to the deputy press officer and I need these people and equipment allowed through right away, without searching".

Yeah i've dealt with that type through working with bands and TV stars etc...they think because they are involved in some small way they are of utmost importance, they don't like being told to go fetch the real boss ;)


The best ones Cherv are the ones who come out with “ Do you know who I am “ 🤣🤣 my reply every time is “ look mate if you can find the F::k I should have I will give it” 🤣🤣🤣

I love that one, all the regulars in my old door used to wait for it whenever anybody said that to me...

Top of my voice i'd shout "excuse me ladies and gentlemen, does anybody know who this is (i'd then point at them) they're that pi**ed they've forgotten who they are" .....the place usually erupted with laughter as the idiot left red faced :D
 

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I dont think its the money, I think its more a question of class, some rich people have it sure and they know how to behave but other equally rich people have no class at all and it shows.
 
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