Buzzfeed recently published a 27 point list of 'things posh people like' (http://www.buzzfeed.com/lukelewis/things-posh-people-like), and whilst it is hard to argue with the veracity of such a list, they simply forgot to mention that the thing posh people really, truly like, is pretending not to be posh.

Confessions of a Fashionista, by Angela Clarke

Unlike my infuriating little sister, who has ensured her role as the favourite by becoming a doctor, I left university with no idea of what I wanted to do. One of my best friends got an...

Lunches, even just a sandwich, a drink and some sort of sweet thing to make the afternoon slightly more bearable rarely give much change from a tenner; rents are preposterous when compared to anyone at all living outside London; and it has never been easier to spend most of your...

When I was 11, I went on holiday with my cousins. We were each allowed to purchase a CD, and, being desperate to firmly establish my credentials as 'the cool cousin, I chose 'Parklife', by Blur. I was, it must be admitted, no longer a CD-buying novice, already owning 2...

I liked Aurelia, the Mediterranean style restaurant in Mayfair, so much that I went back for brunch the next day.

Luckily, I had been impeccably behaved the night before, or so I assumed from the knowing smiles and softly-softly approach of the waiting staff when I returned. 'Good afternoon,'...

There is a dropdown on the Beach Break Live website ( http://www.beachbreaklive.com/) entitled 'Mischief.' Beach Break Live is a four day student festival by the beach in South Wales. It is famous for providing alternative day-time entertainment- from wakeboarding to pole dancing, speedo-dating to power-kiting.

It has recently occurred to me that I am unforgivably lazy. You know how Olympians always talk about getting up early every single day, fitting in training between work and school, persisting until they reach their goal? I have none of that. I am determinedly focused on finding any excuse...

'I don't understand,' My housemate complained. 'Who are the baddies?' We were watching Charlie's Angels, and all three of us were cross with one another. My little sister and I were cross because my housemate was being an insufferable idiot; my housemate and I were cross with my little sister...

I am, in the words of a former housemate, a 'secret cooker'. This is not, as I initially believed, an illicit and intriguing personality quirk, which only enhances my housemate credentials. It is, apparently, 'insufferably annoying'. 'But you know how to cook,' She pointed out in frustration. 'And yet all...

Halloween has passed, the time for witches and evil, so I've been thinking of what to get my Mother for Christmas. My Mother is a difficult person to buy for, although possibly not for the reasons one would imagine. At every conceivable present-giving occasion (and trust me, the woman has...

I grew up in a house where my mother made her own mayonnaise, and when we pleaded for hamburgers she marched down to The Ginger Pig (http://www.thegingerpig.co.uk/) and convinced them to grind their rib-eye steak into patties for us. For all of her children, nothing seems more enticing,...

My little sister's first boyfriend was a very sweet 17-year-old who used to meet her after school at Victoria for hand-holding and whatnot. 'Every time I go to Victoria,' My little sister announced recently. 'I am struck by a deep sense of nostalgia for that relationship.' I stared at her...

At the top of my list of faults (as compiled by my little sister), is that every winter morning I blow my nose ferociously loudly outside her bedroom, and wake her up. Second on the list is that I speak French.

'It's not that you speak French,' My little sister...

There's a line in Childish Gambino's 'Bonfire':

Vodka for my ladies, whiskey for a grown man.

Now, I am the last person to turn down a vodka tonic, but, in the spirit of breaking down gender barriers and feminism everywhere, I decided that this would be the year...

My Mother is reasonably annoying. She's a lawyer, purportedly, but since we've all grown up and left home she's just 'had so much extra time' (which, I have pointed out it might be wise not to say quite so loudly in front of her clients), and has been amusing herself...

I have a friend. Well, I have more than one friend (three), but this friend is the one currently occupying my thoughts. While usually he occupies no more of my thoughts than, say, the colour of my toothbrush or the name of Kris Humphries' new girlfriend, he has recently been...

I was on a plane to Greece once, and, having drawn the short straw, was sat next to my Mother. (My Mother hates flying, and spends all plane journeys clawing at the arm of the person next to her. It is entirely irrelevant if they are known to her or...

A few summers ago, I was at a friend's house. He has an (unheated) outdoor pool, and was having a swim when I arrived. 'Do you want to borrow a swimming costume?' His little brother asked me. 'No thanks,' I replied. 'Oh,' The little brother replied quickly. 'You can't swim.'...

We pay preposterously over-inflated rents to live in spaces people outside of London more commonly use as storage cupboards. Our tubes are over-crowded, hideously expensive and often subject to delays. We think nothing of paying over-the-odds for everything- from sandwiches to cocktails, and yet we insist on staying here, proudly,...

When I was little, all I wanted was a little brother. I got a little sister instead (and, eventually, a little brother too, but by that time I had moved on to wanting a Baby-G watch), but I never saw any reason why, just because my parents had once again...