We’ve all asked ourselves – am I a regular twat or just a fan of the ridiculously upper-class sport polo? Take our test and find out.
When you see a horse, what do you think?
A. I bet that four-legged wanker can’t go faster than my Audi.
B. I could jump on that thing’s back then hit a ball across a massive field with dreadful toffs called Raphael and Ozzie.
Do you know how to play polo?
A. No. But I do support Chelsea.
B. Of course I do. Would I be wearing these ridiculous jodhpurs and strange boots and carrying a silly mallet if I didn’t?
Have you seen Meghan Markle recently?
A. Yes, she was on the Daily Mail website while I was looking for sideboobs and racism.
B. Yah, she was at the polo just the other day. I’d boff that gorgeous filly.
Mostly As. You are a twat, but not one who plays polo. That’s something. Just don’t take up polo.
Mostly Bs. You love polo but are possibly not a twat in lots of other ways, such as having a direct debit with Amnesty International. But you probably don’t.
