‘I regret to inform your Grace that due to wartime restrictions, there is no bread’ … ‘Then why the deuce haven’t you brought us toast?’

With those immortal words, the exalted Duke of Northumberland encapsulated perfectly the reason the great unwashed masses are so endlessly fascinated by the end of British society who know their Bordeaux from their Beaujolais but not a baked bean from a breadstick. This wickedly funny, brilliantly illustrated gift book is a collection of completely true anecdotes exposing the silliness of the posh plonkers, out of touch trust-fund babies and mad, bad, eccentric aristocracy enthroned astride Britain.