This Blog is to show people the truth and clear the Manchester family name. The Media wont do it they are not true Journalists they are looking for a quick story ( FAKE NEWS) The Manchester family has been the focus of fake untold facts for over a century. Marcus Scriven has never spoke to The Duke or Duchess of Manchester because he does not want the truth or facts. Marcus Scriven has been just one there are several.
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Monday, July 7, 2014
PLEASE DOCUMENT SLANDEROUS ARTICLES ESPECIALLY, AFTER PEOPLE ARE DECEASED.. THIS ARTICLE WAS DONE IN 2009, 54 YEARS AFTER NELL VERE STEAD THE NINTH DUCHESS OF MANCHESTER DIED HOW DID YOU GET THE RESEARCH FOR THIS SLANDEROUS ARTICLE. REAL EDUCATED JOURNALISTS RESEARCH, FACT CHECK NOT STORY TELL. By Marcus Scriven 19:55 07 Jul 2014, updated 09:37 17 Nov 2009, NELL VERE STEAD WAS A LOYAL BEAUTIFUL WIFE OF THE TENTH DUKE OF MANCHESTER. THE TENTH DUKE AND DUCHESS TRAVELED TO NEW YORK, KENYA, THEY LIVED IN PEBBLE BEACH CALIFORNIA WHERE THEY STILL HAVE MANY PROPERTY'S, THEY ALSO WENT TO THE HOTEL CAPRIANI IN VENISE ITALY.
By Marcus Scriven20:30 07 Jul 2014, updated 09:37 17 Nov 2009 THIS ARTICLE HAD NO DOCUMENTATION MARCUS DOSNT KNOW ANY OF THEM. life-Nell-Stead-Duchess-Manchester Stead, the Duchess of Manchester, whose exploits kept Cambridgeshire society agog for decadeREALLY PLEASE DO DOCUMENT! SHOW RESEARCH On a hot July day in 2002, a man in a modest apartment on the third floor of a block of Sixties flats had dialled 999. WHAT WHO TOLD YOU THIS? PHOTOS PLEASE? Again Articles after someone dies! LAME! OMG that's really bad JOURNALISM!! He was suffering chest pains, he explained, and needed help. It was only once the ambulance men were inside that they realised this would not be a routine job. OK YES THE DUKES LONDON FLAT HAS VERY NARROW STAIRS? WE'VE BEEN THERE. Have you? Other casualties might have been eased down the narrow stairs with a paramedic at either shoulder. But not this one. REALLY NOT FROM OUR RESEARCH THE STAIRS ARE OVER THE BEDFORD RIVER PLACE. ?
Though only about 5ft 8in, he was of formidable bulk, big-boned, square-built and weighing in at more than 20st - and still capable, at 63, of defeating all-comers when arm-wrestling at his local rowing club.YES ANGUS HAD FUN. DO YOU HAVE A ISSUE WITH BIG MEN?? OH YES THE BEDFORD ROWING CLUB, YES WE ALSO SPOKE TO ANGUS MONTAGU'S FRIENDS THEY LOVED ANGUS. A VERY GOOD MAN LOVED BY MANY. WE HAVE EMAILS.
The bedroom's balcony window offered the only hope, as the ambulance service subsequently told a local paper. 'The only way we could get him into an ambulance was to lift him out by crane.' PLEASE SHOW photo! and NAMES OF PROPLE? HAVE NO PHOTO Of THIS BIG EVENT? TAKING A BODY OUT OF A TOP FLOOR FLAT AND NO PHOTOS??? REALLY NOW YOU MISSED THAT PHOTO? were YOU not there? Shocking!
It would have been virtually impossible for any casual observer to have guessed who the man was: Angus Charles Drogo Montagu, the 12th Duke of Manchester.OMG HOW DID THEY KNOW??? Please do tell!! IM SURE IT WAS HARD TO SEE THE CRANE TAKING A BODY OUT OF A WINDOW? STILL NO PHOTOS? IT COULD HAVE BEEN ANYONE? OBVIOUSLY UNLESS YOU WERE IN A TREE.
He had been born in 1938 at Kimbolton, the famous Cambridgeshire seat of the Montagu family, and a mere 13 miles from the flat from where he made what was to be his final exit (he died that night from heart failure). YOU MEAN HIS GORGEOUS FLAT ON THE BEDFORD RIVER? DO YOU KNOW THE ADDRESS OR JUST A GUESS?
It was an unexpected end for a man whose ancestors had once been one of the foremost families in the land. His grandfather, the 9th Duke, had regularly entertained Edward VII at Kimbolton, and in his father's day, the Duke of Kent was a frequent guest. MANY MIRE GUESTS THAN THAT. We have photos. THERE ARE MANY PHOTOS JEWELS AND GIFTS FROM EDWARD THE VII. AND THE DUKE OF KENT WAS A FRIEND AS WERE MANY MANY OTHERGREAT HONORABLE FRIENDS. NONE OF WHO YOU MENTION.
The young Angus spent much of his childhood in Sri Lanka before being sent back to Britain to Gordonstoun School and thence into the Royal Marines. ANGUS MONTAGU THE 12tg Duke of Manchester, TRAVELED EVERYWHERE, CANARY ISLANDS, KENYA, NEW YORK, AUSTRALIA, CANADA LOTS OF TIME THERE. PEBBLE BEACH CALIFORNIA, LONDON.
By the time his older brother, Kim, inherited the title in 1977, the family had hit hard times and Kimbolton and most of its treasures had been sold - BLAH BLAH AGAIN DEED PLEASE AND SALE NOTE!!! WERE ALSO DOING FULL ACCOUNTING ON ALL THINGS SOLD FRIM KIMBOLTON AND KENYA AS OF TODAY ON. FULL ACCOUNTING OF SALES. HAVE YOU SEEN THE LEASES? Lol RIGHT you have nothing in reality. But your writing. a set of circumstances which had led to Angus's colourful selection of career choices: car salesman, crocodile hunter, cattle-train driver and, briefly, Hollywood stuntman PLEASE RECORD DOCUMENT THIS IS ALL RUBBISH. He should have tryed journalism!
One friend recalls how Angus loved to meet people from London's East End and to visit its One friend NAME OF FRIEND PLEASE??? recalls how Angus loved to meet people from London's East End and to visit its pubs - and of how, while there, he would seize any chance to demonstrate his unexpected physical prowess. ANGUS WAS FUN AND WELL LOVED BY MANY. Next time you Quote PEOPLE PLEASE SAY NAMES. ie, jane smith, jane smith etc..,
pubs - and of how, while there, he would seize any chance to demonstrate his unexpected physical prowess.
One pub challenge he especially relished, according to the friend, involved press-ups using only fingertips and toes. Money would be discussed among the potential competitors, says the friend, and bets placed.
When the stakes had been satisfactorily ramped up, in would step the grey-haired, grossly overweight Duke of Manchester.
'There would be Angus, in the middle of the floor of an East End pub, doing his press-ups on his toes and fingertips,' says the friend. The bet was never lost.
But in other ways, although showing no interest in his family history, and disinclined to socialise with other members of the aristocracy, Angus revelled in his status as a duke.
'He had to spend,' remembers a female acquaintance, recalling an occasion when, having arrived too early for a meeting with one of his trustees, Angus left only to return with a new £600 suitcase.
Limousines were ceaselessly hired, no matter
how trivial the journey (the Dorchester to the nearby Intercontinental Hotel for one group of friends; Euston to Westminster for another).
'He had champagne tastes and lemonade pockets,' says another female friend. When Angus died, his debts amounted to at least £70,000. 'We were all conned,' one acquaintance reflected at the time. 'We all did things for him - and never had a bloody penny.'
But Angus's friends had been willing to forgive him, often because they were gripped by a fascination to see what he would do next.
'Everyone missed him as a character,' says a journalist friend, Mike Green.
The same might equally have been said of Angus's mother, Nell, whose exploits kept Cambridgeshire society agog for decades.
Even today, there may be only one or two duchesses who would begin a note to a friend with: 'Well, kid, how is your sex life?' - the words with which Nell Manchester greeted Patsy Bowles in December 1954.
Such directness had evidently appealed to Angus's father, the then Viscount Mandeville, always known as Mandy. He met Miss Nell Stead at a Manchester. swimming pool in
Colombo, while serving in the Navy.
Nell was 21, apparently rich, definitely playful and completely Australian; their engagement was announced just one week after their poolside encounter.
They married on May 5, 1927, with newspapers noting that Nell's father was a millionaire in Melbourne. Friends are insistent that Mandy married for love, not money, and remained in love with his wife until her death.
And it was invariably Mandy who drove Nell on her much-loved excursions from Kimbolton to London to indulge her passion for dancing and illegal gaming clubs: she was once bound over by magistrates after a police raid on a Piccadilly establishment.
Other London outings proceeded equally indecorously. One began with Nell enjoying a drink at the Ritz, then commandeering a taxi to the Berkeley, where she joined a group of friends and Mandy for another drink, before, says one of the party, she 'went to the loo and didn't come back' - locked in by a broken sliding bolt on the door.
Her companions were soon in the ladies', where there was, remembered one of them, 'quite a kerfuffle.
The loo attendant said: "I've sent for the plumber." A voice from inside the loo replied: "I want to come out through the door, not down the ****ing drain."'
Country life held less obvious appeal for Nell, but she enlivened it by turning the chapel into a bar.
Grey Duberly, daughter of local landowners Hugh and Saffron Duberly, recalls that it was at her parents' house, Staughton Manor, that Nell proved most adventurous.
'One exciting night, she came to dinner. She had on a dress made of mink or something. After dinner, she dumped it and stepped out - completely naked.'
But nothing was to have as destabilising an effect on her younger son, Angus, as her disconcerting passion for little boys.
'She adored [them],' remembered Patsy Chilton. 'A friend of mine had a son aged about ten; Nell wanted to buy [him] and bring him up as her son. Then she wanted to borrow mine. She had a thing about little boys; I don't think in any salacious way. She liked to have a court round her.'
Babies were of no interest to her, so that, initially, Angus was eclipsed in her affections by his older brother Kim, 'until Kim got to the age where he adored other women, then she didn't like him at all, and loved Angus, and spoilt him very much'.
In her will, Nell left everything to Angus; Kim went unmentioned.
• Extracted from Splendour & Squalor: The Decline And Fall Of Three Aristocratic Dynasties by Marcus Scriven, published by Atlantic Books on December 1 at £25. To order a copy for £22.50 (p&p free), call0845 155 0720.