Posh Bashing

Reports that Her Royal Highness, Princess Bea, is being lined up with work experience on a national newspaper nearly had me choking to death on my Coco Pops. How typical of this country’s lack of meritocracy!

At her age I was pleading for such journalism placements, with Adrian Mole levels of enthusiasm, but didn’t get much further than a summer job at Burger King, where a manager who fancied herself as a comedian made me, among other things, spend an afternoon counting sesame seeds on hamburger bread buns “to provide feedback to the bakery”.

But Princess Bea just guffaws her buck-toothed way into a placement at the very top of the profession because her bloodline can be traced back to the Knights Templar and the Fifth Crusade, or something. So much for John Major’s classless society.

The irritation was just beginning to subside – helped, in part, by reports that Princess Bea might not take up the placement after all (maybe she has been struck by the realisation that she doesn’t need to work) – when it was renewed by suggestions that we are not allowed to resent the posh any more…

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