[Closed] Middle Class Dinner Parties

thomthumb - Member

Breakfast- lunch- tea- supper in my family.

Now I'm getting really confused.

Why did you say [i]"dinner at my house must be middle class"[/i] when dinner doesn't even ****ing figure as one of your family meals, pardon my language ?

[i]So what you're trying to say is that people who talk about dinner parties aren't posh enough to have supper parties ?[/i]

Indeed.....you have to have been privately educated to have supper parties.

I was always led to believe (like Tomthumb) that you had Supper late in the evening before bed. But....people used to eat their main meal at lunchtime in the past (especially at weekends), so you'd have Tea at say 4.30-5pm consisting of sandwiches and cake or perhaps crumpets/Tea Cakes and then have your supper later.

Made a faux pas at one of these events recently.

On our way to said dinner the coil spring on my good old mk3 mondeo snapped.

Making light small talk with a middle class gent whom my wife knows I thought I would mention the problem as I had nothing else to talk about.

He then told me that his new audi a4 estate had been back to the garage for a minor issue.

Oh, new audi a4 estate?! How does one go about getting one of those for in a cost effective way when your in your early thirties with kids??

I ask becuase I'm keen for a newer car at some point and money isn't growing on trees at the moment and I'm sizing up options (though not at that price point)

Big mistake.

He then told me they bought it outright. "Oh fair enough" I thought, goes well with the big house in suburbia, lucky people....

Two weeks later my wife had met with another friend and apparently I had deeply upset the audi couple by trying to suggest they couldn't afford to be having such a car. Realistically I was trying to find common ground with another fellow dad who drives a family car.
Not only that, audi couple hadn't bought it outright, it was on Hp.

So what can you talk about?

Real friends will come by and have dinner on their laps whilst I sit in my joggers.

[coughs] [i]Country supper[/i] darling.

Real friends will come by and have dinner on their laps whilst I sit in my joggers.

We have this problem, as one of the few childless couples in our circle, we'r expected to go to their house (along with the etiquette of bringing a bottle or two of booze), but then drive home so we have to be sober whilst they get to drink our booze!

This is one of the few problems in the world where you can genuinely say "you wouldn't understand, you HAVE kids!"

but then drive home so we have to be sober whilst they get to drink our booze!

We share the driving in our house, I drive there and she drives back! 😀

I collapse in a drunken heap about 3 in the morning after too much whiskey and get deposited in the back bedroom. It's a good ploy, you get breakfast out of it too.

don't tell the story about when you ended up in a knocking shop in the early hours of a morning completing a Spitfire jigsaw with the resident professionals whilst your mate availed himself of the entertainment on offer.

...you mean he did a Fokker? Edges first? Sorry. Just can't let this one go.

Supper is working class 4th meal of the day: but then I'm not as posh as my MCDP suggests!

Breakfast- lunch- tea- supper in my family.

Its breakfast-dinner-tea-supper - you are as posh as your MCDP suggests 😉

Well this thread took off a bit, even the criticism was entertaining! 😀

Keep a yellow card and a whistle in your pocket.

The second anyone starts a conversation about property prices, the OFSTED rating of the local schools,or the relative merits of their next company car, blow your whistle loudly and produce your yellow card with a Mike Dean style flourish. If they continue down this road having already received a yellow, due to human rights legislation, you are now perfectly legally allowed to stove their head in with a pick axe handle

I laughed a lot at this Binners. Cheers!

Well I must say there's some really sociable joy going on in this thread! What on earth is wrong with going to a friends for dinner, and maybe meeting someone who you didn't know previously who, you never know, you may just like? even if you don't like them, surely you like the hosts?
I find throwing as much booze down my throat as possible and talking about sex (preferably with the hostess - I think I slurred the line "you're looking particually smashable tonight poppy" last Saturday - at least her husband laughed!) tends to loosen up the conversation nicely.

My understanding is that "supper" is a meal that is served later, say 10pm, and usually after the Opera or the Theatre.

Stuart Maconie suggests that supper is a meal, usually cheese on toast, eaten in ones dressing gown and slippers.

From one of the finest travelogues ever written; Pies and Prejudice.

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2007/feb/03/travel.travelbooks

Sorry ernie, guardian link and all that...

It's breakfast, dinner, tea and supper! Supper is a bowl of cereal or a couple of digestive biscuits if you're peckish before bed 🙂

I enjoy eating at home with close friends, but large dinner parties (especially if they're called supper) where you don't have much in common with most of the other guests can be dire. When the conversation is based entirely around pensions, mortgages, or boasting about their children's achievements. I've been to a few parties like that.

do you
make it past the starter
before
ranting on about
israel
?

Wait until the bridge evenings start.....