The Highlands

I’m in the Scottish Highlands. It hasn’t stopped drizzling! How did Margaret Duchess of Argyll survive?!

Presumably staying indoors at all times and having sex.

I regret to report the Amurkans in the hotel are being VERY LOUD.

I don't think she's with us anymore, so...

The Dirty Duchess sucked a lot of cock.

The opera 'Powder Her Face', based on her scandalous life (she was a nymphomaniac).

At various times the press would report that she was turning into a man or becoming black.

There’s a new biography coming out next year.

She seduced 80 men: low by DL slut standards, but still admirable.

I asked about her at the castle. They said she put in all the beech hedges and did a lot of good in the village!

[post redacted because independent.co.uk thinks that links to their ridiculous rag are a bad thing. Somebody might want to tell them how the internet works. Or not. We don't really care. They do suck though. Our advice is that you should not click on the link and whatever you do, don't read their truly terrible articles.]

[quote]Armchair psychologists will no doubt have their theories about this late-onset nymphomania, but her friends put it down to injuries sustained in a fall down a lift shaft in 1943 – a plummet from the fourth floor becoming, in their eyes, a fall from grace, or at least from propriety. But whatever the cause, by the early mid-1950s, she was extremely busy, her lovers including Bob Hope, Maurice Chevalier, a fair percentage of the men of Inveraray (the town near the Duke's seat of the same name), an unnamed member of the Royal Family, even passing teenage holidaymakers. Her modus operandi was later described by the then 17-year-old Michael Thornton, who, wandering into Oban on a hot day in 1958, was offered a drink and a hot bath by Margaret. No sooner had he started to soap himself in the castle's pink tub than the unclad duchess stepped into the bathroom with her intentions clear. Hospitality, indeed. By 1959, the Duke and Duchess were living entirely separate lives, he had obtained an injunction barring her from the castle (renovated with £100,000 of her money), and divorce proceedings had begun.

[quote]To describe these as acrimonious hardly does justice to the unpleasantness which then ensued. In no special order: she counter-petitioned, citing, of all people, her own stepmother; detectives were hired, and people followed; bribes to potential witnesses were wafted about; and the Duke twice personally raided his estranged wife's property, netting evidential gold: a diary in which she marked the days of her encounters with a "v", and 13 Polaroid photographs. These depicted two episodes: her, naked except for a string of pearls, fellating a man; and a series capturing a man masturbating, the first one captioned "Thinking of you", and the last, superfluously one imagines, "Finished". The venue for both tableaux was her London bathroom, and the pictures taken so that the men were headless. The identities of the men were speculated about for many years, it now being accepted that the fellatee was almost certainly Duncan Sandys, a cabinet minister, and the other the actor Douglas Fairbanks

Well, crap.

R7, Sorry, I meant to thank you for that. I'll be looking for that. She seems a fascinating character.

R8, that ridiculous rag claims that, when she was 15, she had her cherry taken by---David Niven.

Oh OP, how I envy you! Rain can be very cozy if you're with the right person. Failing that, consume copious amounts of whisky.

r12 it's not usually rain, it's mist and dampness pervading every cell.