We Were Kissing Through The Class War But Now I Can’t Even Remember Your Name

plebA wee story from the quiz the other night. Apparently when Allana was young, she went to when she was at Hutchy Grammar (posh school) and she had a boyfriend from nearby Pollokshaws Academy (not-posh).

This boy was called “Pleb”.

“I can’t remember his real name.” said Alana. “It was something like Dave – I don’t remember.”

If you’re reading this Dave* – there is at least one woman from your past who only remembers you as “Pleb”. How does that feel?

*(or whatever)


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