How do you think it feels to have your own butler?

A friend of a friend is a butler (I have never met him but I have heard him on the phone). He has very pronounced Queen’s English, and lives and works in Scotland. As far as I am aware he works for a few families there, at least one of whom owns a fleet of aircraft and whizzes around the country in their private helicopter. I have no idea what his day to day life is like, though the reason I know about the helicopter is because he arranged for this employee to be able to park (?) on my friend’s land on a journey south, so that gives me an idea of the sort of role the butler has. He is in his 50s, but I don’t know how long he has been a butler, nor how he came to be one, sorry!

They probably need to attend some kind of charm school for servants or something and then work on getting references.

@woodcutter and @harple Thanks, very interesting! : )

I would love to have a butler, a female who packs heat and just takes care of us in general.

Apparently it takes ripped abs and tight ass cheeks….NSFW ;)

I personally would find it intrusive to always have someone present in my home.

As fpr how you become a butler, you attend butler school.

Maybe it sounds nice but I wouldn’t want someone to keep watching over me and help me [unless I have health problems].

It probably feels awesome.

Milo here; I have one and she is OK, plus she doesn’t chat much and knows not to hang around and be a pest if there is no work to be done.

To me, it would feel awkward and wrong. I don’t need or want somebody to “serve” me.

I’d imagine it to be a pain in the arse, what with the man servants head firmly inserted up your anus & all.

@Cruiser
Yum. I’d get me one of those.

@Ayesha Hey, I could be your butt-ler. Lol.

@mazingerz88
You sure about that? I can be…. Strict.

You hardly notice the staff after a while… only when you have to answer the front door yourself.

From ‘The Inimitable Jeeves’ by PJ Wodehouse

‘Morning, Jeeves,’ I said.
‘Good morning, sir,’ said Jeeves.
He put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed,
and I took a refreshing sip. Just right, as usual. Not too hot, not
too sweet, not too weak, not too strong, not too much milk, and
not a drop spilled in the saucer. A most amazing cove, Jeeves.
So dashed competent in every respect. I’ve said it before, and I’ll
say it again. I mean to say, take just one small instance. Every
other valet I’ve ever had used to barge into my room in the
morning while I was still asleep, causingmuch misery: but Jeeves
seems to know when I’m awake by a sort of telepathy. He always
floats in with the cup exactly two minutes after I come to life.
Makes a deuce of a lot of difference to a fellow’s day.
‘How’s the weather, Jeeves?’
‘Exceptionally clement, sir.’
‘Anything in the papers?’
‘Some slight friction threatening in the Balkans, sir. Otherwise,
nothing.’
‘I say, Jeeves, a man I met at the club last night told me to put
my shirt on Privateer for the two o’clock race this afternoon.
How about it?’
‘I should not advocate it, sir. The stable is not sanguine.’
That was enough for me. Jeeves knows. How, I couldn’t say,
but he knows. There was a time when I would laugh lightly, and
go ahead, and lose my little all against his advice, but not now.

Is a female butler called a butless?
If so, I definitely want one just for the entertainment value.

I think she would be a buttette,,still entertaining.

I would totally dig that! I’d want a butler who I can talk to, like a wise-old-man/grandfatherly figure who can give me advice and is very world weary. And can handle his liquor.

@ddude1116 Whatever works for Bruce Wayne, works for me. : )

@mazingerz88 Precisely my line of thinking!

Like having a parent that doesn’t give you back sass when they clean up after you.