Alex (he hated formal stuff) didn't just own a safari park with lions; he basically became one. He painted murals of naked women on his own ceilings, designed his own crazy art, and wore flowing, multicolored silk kaftans. He looked like a wizard who had a very successful Etsy store for glam rock costumes.
Did he care that the rest of the aristocratic world was scandalized? Of course not. When the press asked about his “love bunnies,” he’d just smile and say he was being “polygamous, not promiscuous.” There’s a difference, apparently—mostly just better PR.
The “Wifelet” System
Now, here’s the juicy bit. He had a permanent “head wifelet” named Tracy, who was basically the CEO of his love life. Then there were other women who lived at Longleat in separate cottages, all on a schedule. Imagine the Google Calendar for that mess: “Tuesday: Lunch with the peacocks, Wednesday: Constitutional with Wifelet Number Three.”
He even wrote a book called HRH: The Man Who Would Be King. Spoiler: he wasn’t king. But he was absolutely the King of Chaos at Longleat, walking around with a silver-topped cane and a pet lemur on his shoulder. That lemur probably had a less complicated social life than him.
