Ok, I admit it. I’m posting this mostly because I wanted to make that Shaft joke.
From his obituary, The Earl of Shaftesbury.
That marriage, too, ended acrimoniously, in 2000, and he embarked on a string of short-lived and expensive love affairs with younger women distinguished by their exotic looks and equally colourful past histories.
He became a familiar figure in some of the loucher nightspots on the French Riviera, where he cut a curious figure in leather trousers, pink shirts and large red-and-black spectacles; he was notable for his habit of flashing his money around as he bought drinks for a succession of nubile female companions.
Later that year, he married Jamila M’Barek, a Tunisian divorcee with
two children, whom he had met in a Paris bar where she was working as a
hostess. She separated from him in April 2004, claiming that he had
become an alcoholic and "sex addict", regularly overdosing on Viagra
and having testosterone injections. Among several bizarre stories, she
alleged that, on one occasion, she had returned unexpectedly to their
flat in Cannes to find her husband in the company of a large Arab
gangster and two Arab women who were rifling through the wardrobes. Her
husband was on a stool singing and dancing; the women left with a
car-load of her belongings.
I think England has a permanent supply of weird people with long-running hereditary titles. And British obits sure are different from the American variety.
Seen down on The Corner