The English Eccentric E O Higgins

'Mad'' Jack Mytton, hailed from a long line of Shropshire squires stretching back more than 500 years. When his father died, at the age of two, he inherited his family estate, including Halston Hall and an annual income equivalent to over £1.7 million.

Raised by his “amiably weak and indulgent” widowed mother, Mytton’s education was entrusted to his rather ineffectual uncle, William Owen. Though they spent most of their time hunting and sleeping with horses.

Expelled from prestigious public schools like Westminster and Harrow, Mytton very nearly attended Trinity College, Cambridge, on the understanding that he would never read anything more taxing than The Racing Calendar.

Finally, though, Mytton threw over these ‘studies’ to embark on a Grand Tour of Europe, leaving behind the 2,000 bottles of vintage port he’d sent up to his suite of rooms in preparation.

In 1816, Mytton joined the army. Where he spent most of his time stationed in France, drinking and gambling. But, just before his 21st birthday, he resigned his commission and returned to England. Whereupon, he inherited a further fortune of £60,000 and estates worth £18,000 a year.

As a proper grown-up – with an alcohol problem and everything – he naturally wanted to become a parliamentarian. Though his daily intake of vintage port (and bottles of Eau de Cologne) might have made him seem a bit over-qualified.  

Mytton won his seat in parliament by ambling about his constituency wearing a flamboyant coat festooned with £10 notes – and giving them out to anyone offering him support. After spending a cool £10,000 on his electioneering, he became MP for Shrewsbury. And, having been sworn into the job, never went anywhere near Westminster again.

However, his reputation as a daredevil sportsman grew – with his name becoming synonymous with stupid recklessness. He was known for endurance hunting (performed naked and in snow), shooting rats on ice skates, and getting into high-speed traffic collisions.

When he wasn’t riding around on the back of a bear, dressing as a highwayman to terrify local clergymen, losing money out of carriage windows, and getting into fights with burly Shropshire miners, he was generally worrying the livestock.

Finally, he fled to France to escape his creditors, where he set himself on fire to curb a particularly annoying bout of hiccups.

Mytton ended up in a debtors’ prison in London, described as a “drivelling sot”. He passed away at the age of 38 – remembered for his generosity and fun-loving nature. Impressively, he managed to squander a fortune equivalent to about £20 million in today’s money, mostly on booze.  

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William Buckland was born in Axminster in 1784, only a few miles away from the fossil-rich coasts of Dorset and East Devon.



Buckland was elected to the Royal Society in 1818, and the same year managed to convince the Prince Regent to endow an additional Readership upon him. This time, in what he termed ‘undergroundology’ – later renamed ‘geology’. He was the first holder of the new appointment.



To make his lectures more interesting, Buckland brought in his adopted pet bear, Tiglath Pileser to prowl about the stage whilst he talked, dressed in a cap and gown. And performed some questionable bird impressions.



As the first Professor of Geology at Oxford University, Buckland spent a considerable amount of time digging around in mud and sand – and was, consequently, responsible for excavating the world’s first recorded dinosaur fossil. Though the term ‘dinosaur’ had yet to be coined, in 1824 Buckland published a monograph entitled Notice on the Megalosaurus or Great Fossil Lizard of Stonesfield.



Sunday lunch at the Buckland household comprised of some very odd dishes indeed – ranging from exotic meats shipped from abroad to things he and his son dug up in the garden. Meals comprised of such tasty treats as panther, rhino, elephant trunk, earwigs, slugs, and…erm, puppies. Mice on toast was a favoured amuse-bouche in the household. Buckland said later that he thought that mole was the most unpleasant thing he’d ever tasted – until, that was, he sampled stewed bluebottles.



During a dinner at his friend Lord Harcourt’s house, the guests were treated to an intimate viewing of the strange object – the mummified heart of the late French King Louis XIV. In what seems to have been the work of a moment, as the object came into his grasp, Buckland remarked: “I have eaten many strange things, but I have never eaten the heart of a king before.” And with that, he snapped the box open, grabbed the heart, and swallowed it whole.



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Donald Sinclair was the unwitting inspiration for Basil Fawlty – the irascible protagonist of the hugely-successful BBC comedy series Fawlty Towers.



Before the Second World War rolled around, Sinclair was an officer in the Royal Naval Reserve. Consequently, in 1939, he was called up for military service. His naval career was dramatic – and he was torpedoed several times. Which probably didn’t do much for his mood.



In April 1946, Sinclair, now a salty old sea dog with a well-earned reputation as a disciplinarian, returned to Blighty. Having achieved the rank of Lieutenant Commander; as an officer with his own bagman, he was used to giving orders – and having them carried out to the letter.



Arriving in Torquay, his wife Beatrice somehow persuaded him to give up his Naval career in favour of the safer option of running the hotel she’d just bought. Though he grudgingly agreed, he was not a man well-suited to the service industry.



Sinclair managed the Gleneagles with only the very keenest reluctance, treating anyone checking in as a source of considerable irritation. Marching about the hotel, swathed in his dressing gown, he would angrily berate guests – and interpret any interaction with them as the most unforgivable imposition.



In May 1970, the comedy troupe of the BBC sketch show Monty Python’s Flying Circus were filming for their upcoming TV series in the nearby town of Paignton – and, by chance, found themselves booked into the Gleneagles.



John Cleese became instantly fascinated by the hotel manager, describing him later as ‘the most wonderfully rude man I had ever met.’



Though the rest of the Pythons soon relocated to the Imperial Hotel, Cleese decided to stay on – and even sent for his wife Connie Booth to join him – and the pair set about observing Sinclair and gathering material that would later be used to create Cleese’s most enduring comedy creation, Basil Fawlty.  



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In 1927, an enigmatic, anarchic group of well-heeled women – calling themselves ‘Ferguson’s Gang’­ – got together in secret with the aim of protecting historic buildings in the UK from demolition and conserving landscapes and views of outstanding natural beauty. Though being a bit silly was also factored in for good measure.



The inner circle of gang members included ­– Right Bloody Lord beer shop of the Gladstone islands and Mercator’s Projection, Red Biddy, Bill Stickers, Sister Agatha, Herb the Smasher, Kate O’Brian the Nark, Silent O’Moyle, See Me Run, and Black Maria.



The gang wrote up their exploits in their club book (known as ‘the Boo’) in which the gang religiously recorded their activities, which they did – presumably, in an effort to further deepen the mystery ­– in a sort of ludicrous faux-‘cockerney’ that would make Dick Van Dyke blush. 



The gang’s ‘raids’ always supported The National Trust. Sometimes this involved raising money and buying specific land and properties outright or just donating cash to help the trust carry out its own plans. Mostly it involved delivering money to the beleaguered trust secretary in heavy disguise and via a variety of peculiar methods. At times, cash was thrown onto the secretary’s desk by masked members of the gang with the bank notes wrapped around cigars or placed inside miniature liqueur bottles. On one occasion, they threaded antique Victorian coins inside the carcass of a goose.



The gang met for regular boozy AGMs called ‘hauntings’ at Shalford Mill, an 18th-century watermill in Surrey that they had saved. Shalford locals typically knew when the gang was in session – as delivery vans from London’s famous Fortnum & Mason department store could invariably be seen inhabiting the lanes outside the mill when the gang was in residence. Meals of pheasant, duck, lobster, and crates of fine champagne were all delivered and fastidiously logged in the Boo. The gangs’ masks – that they used for their various raids – were usually purchased at Harrods.



Only two members of Ferguson’s Gang have been officially identified.



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Oliver Reed (1938 - 1999) was an English actor best known for his edgy screen performances, ‘hellraiser’ lifestyle, and ‘orange juice’-fuelled chat show inebriation. Towards the end of his life, the British Film Institute pronounced him the UK’s ‘thirstiest actor’.

Reed’s breakthrough role came as Bill Sikes in Oliver! – the 1968 musical version of Dickens’ Oliver Twist. Directed by his uncle, Reed later claimed to have landed the role because the two men had “come out of the same c*ck”.

Reed’s Bill Sikes caught the eye of director Ken Russell, who cast him in Women in Love (1969), the first mainstream movie to show full-frontal male nudity. In it, Reed famously has a naked fireside wrestle with Alan Bates. In I’ll Never Forget What’s’isname (1967), Reed became the first lead actor to use the f-word on film; and in Sitting Target (1972), he starred in the first British film to be given an X-rating just because of the violence in it.

Reed spent much of his adult life being thrown out of pubs and hotels after marathon drinking sessions he designated ‘tests of strength’. These would typically be followed by him revealing a very intimate bird claw tattoo to any crowd that might have assembled.

One quiet Saturday afternoon trip to a country pub apparently culminated in Reed inviting 36 rugby players over to his house ­– and between Saturday night and Sunday lunchtime, between them, they famously consumed 60 gallons of beer, 32 bottles of whiskey, 17 bottles of gin, four crates of wine, and one bottle of Babysham. Before throwing them out the next morning, at Reed’s insistence, the entire party engaged in a nude dawn run through the Surrey countryside.

Reed died in 1999, whilst filming Ridley Scott’s Gladiator. A man who feared dying peacefully, he no doubt would have been comfortable with the circumstances of his death. Reed suffered a fatal heart attack on the floor of a Maltese barroom whilst arm wrestling a local sailor – having consumed three bottles of rum.

Reed’s Last Will and Testament instructed that his wake should take place at his local pub and that £10,000 must be spent buying drinks – but just on ‘those who are crying’.

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Sir George Reresby Sitwell (1860 – 1943) was a Conservative politician, writer, inventor, and largely unsuccessful husband and father.

Despite urging his – much more successful – children to abandon their literary ambitions on the grounds that writing is ruinous to the health, Sir George penned several intriguing works of his own.

Titles of his unpublished books include Wool-Gathering in Medieval Times (And Since), The History of the Fork, Domestic Manners in Sheffield in the Year 1250, Acorns as an Article of Medieval Diet, and, of course, the classic Lepers’ Squints.

When not writing, Sir George divided his time between travelling Europe, eating chicken, neglecting his wife, antagonising his children, attending to his (and other people’s) gardens, and painting cattle.

As an inventor, Sir George is credited with the creation of a musical toothbrush, a pistol for shooting wasps, and an egg, that he named after himself.

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