Brexit, You Serfs!

As the UK seems dead-set on quitting the EU, some lessons from the game of football

- Basab Majumdar

Having lived the last decade in Her Majesty’s wet and sporting land, I can make an attempt to explain Brexit. But before that I must explain the implication of the word ‘posh’ and also the importance of a delicious but humble sausage roll made by a baker called Greggs.

Posh is not a word in England. Mentioned politely, it is an insinuation, when more direct, it is an allegation. While it normally would denote sophistication back home in India, here it takes on a different hue — a euphemism of middle and upper middle class Britain.

Then there is the Greggs sausage roll — anything really from Greggs. This is the ultimate inverse snobbery symbol of the working class, largely from the North, who also support football, like darts and snooker, and the odd pint. They detest ‘posh’, and through myriad tongues across Mancunian and Scouse, or Geordie, they will remind you of their disdain for the cut-glass posh-accented Londoners and the “Home Counties”!