The English Lord Jack Mytton, among other things: dressed his dogs and cats in servants livery, took his stable boys rat hunting on ice skates, once pretended to rob his house guests in highwayman's garb and then mocked them incessantly for their terror at the situation, frequently drove his carriage at high speeds for the sole purpose of crashing and/or overturning said carriage, rode his pet bear to a dinner party and upon entering the building still mounted on the bear received a nasty bite on the leg after spurring the ursine one time too many, killed a horse by forcing it to drink an entire bottle of port, cured a case of hiccups by setting his shirt on fire, would hurl his young children in the air and then toss oranges at them, was known to hunt ducks while stark naked in the dead of night in the middle of January, got elected to Parliament on a program of giving 10 pounds to anyone who would promise to vote for him, and generally behaved in a way that should have thrown the entire concept of hereditary aristocracy and inheritances into such disfavor that public hostility should have caused said practices to become abolished in his lifetime but being that this all took place in England merely resulted in him having numerous land-marks, inns, animal breeds and roads named in fond remembrance of his eccentricities.
