Cold Bath was a rotter to all those wifelets!

AlexAnder George Thynn, the 7th Marquess of Bath, did not leave any money in his £23million will to his wifelets. What a rotter. Perhaps it is no more than they deserve, as all 74 willingly entered into a polyamorous relationship with the bohemian loon.

The odds seem stacked against all of them — any of them! — being motivated by pure love for the old goat. even Cupid could not cope with those numbers.

To those immune to his charms, lord Bath (right) always looked like he needed a hot bath. Yet he was regarded as a lovable eccentric by swathes of the populace who will forgive a toff anything.

Underneath the crushed velvet and crooked teeth, however, lurked a selfish, indulgent man.

Whether covering the walls of his home with the hideous pornographic murals he’d painted himself, sleeping with every willing wench in the village and all but banishing his wife from longleat, thereby depriving his children of a mother’s love, it is clear that the only person he cared about was himself.

If Alex Thynn had been an ordinary man, he might have been pelted with eggs and insults in the streets of Frome or Shepton Mallet instead of being indulged.

now that he is dead and gone, so, too, are the hopes of his 74 weeping wifelets. Women who had hoped for a bit of ongoing comfort in their old age, even as the loins of longleat roar no more.