For your reading pleasure, I thought you might enjoy the sordid tale of a gentleman that found many of the fruits of excess and ultimately the consequences they accumulated.

A paragraph from his biography gives the essence of the man: '...the trustees heard that his French mistress had given birth to his child at a racecourse in France; that he had formed an inappropriate attachment to a Gaiety Girl; that he spent money he didn't have and drove, at manic speed, cars he couldn't afford. He had bought fifteen monkeys, a score of snakes; he was living at the Buckingham Palace Hotel, then in a flat in Baron's Court. He was leading a convoy of three Rolls Royces across England, en-route for Scotland and Ireland and had been obliged to resign his commission in the Irish Guards...Most of this was true'.


Quite a character, it seems.


We've all heard the axiom that the first generation makes it, the second enjoys it, and 3rd blows it. Know of anyone with a similar tale?


From The Vintage Gun Journal: "Bankrupt Order canceled!"