Duke of Wellington
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Field Marshal Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington (1 May 1769 – 14 September 1852), was a British soldier and statesman, purveyor of patented rubber boots (ideal for gardening and mixing cement), and is rightly remembered for his part in defeating Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo. He lived long enough to embark on a political career and was given so many honours that he agreed to have his body broken up into bits to be deposited around the world when he died. New Zealand claims they got the head and that's why their capital city is named after the old general.
The Duke of Wellington was born in Ireland and is one of their top spies but is still yet another one of those obscenely wealthy Brits who owe their lavish lifestyle and grotesque wealth to a tenuous genetic link between them and the Queen. Nobody is sure exactly what he does, but he has been spotted playing polo, enjoying roast suckling pig, flogging the lower classes with bejewelled staffs, and is reportedly to have solid gold bicep implants. The current Duke, Arthur Something-or-Other has recently bemoaned his unpopularity with the British people and is recording a rap album in an attempt to garner some 'spect from the public. The most famous Duke of Wellington was Arthur Wellesley (which I now remember is also the name of our current Duke! How funny! Wonder if they're related...), who was instrumental in inspiring a number 1 chat hit for Abba in the 70s.
Arthur Wellesley was born in Ireland in 1769. This was also the year Napoli Buonoparti (later 'Napoleon Bonaparte'. What? You didn't know he was Italian??) was born. So if both men had either lived in Ireland or Corsica they would have grown up as classmates. Not friends of course and neither actually met either unless you count that time Wellington watched Napoleon pratting around on a horse at Waterloo. However, they did share the same classy slappers (called 'courtesans') , though not at the same time. A potential artistic scene as yet unrealised except the spool of as yet undiscovered 19th century pornographic exhibition slides.
As 'Welly' was the third son of a duke (or it could have been the barman at his local pub) which meant he had to find his own income. This usually meant either becoming a bishop or a soldier, so Wellington chose the later. Ironies of ironies, he had to go to a French military academy to make any progress in this profession. Wellington's family were flat broke (by aristocratic standards) but at least Wellington learnt fluent French and admired the old France of King Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette . So when the French Revolution bowled along, Wellesley left the country and returned to England.
The new French republic soon made many enemies and it was only a couple of years later that Britain was sending soldiers to fight in Europe. Wellington saw he had an opportunity to improve his career prospects and chose to head off to fight. Before leaving, Wellington proposed marriage to a rich dowry daughter, Kitty Packenham whose brother was the Irish Lord Longford. The Longfords agreed to the match but only if Wellington would come back with victories and glory in battle. So an agreement was signed. Wellington would marry Kitty.
Flanders and India
The wars in the Low Foreign Countries (the name the English called the Belgians and Dutch) was a disaster for the British. Their allies - the Prussians and Austrians - ran away to fight over Poland instead and the British army was forced to return home. This was in comparison to the British fleet where a certain Horatio Nelson was gaining his reputation of getting involved in a series of sea battles and become the patriotic poster boy. Wellington remained anonymous and if famous only for his huge nose and a reputation was a vigorous bedroom wrecker with his inexhaustible requirement for 'easy' women'.
Since the British were having no luck fighting France in Europe, they instead took the war 'against Guillotinism' around the world and seized French colonial outposts. Wellington ended up in India fighting wars for the East India Company who were trying to extend British superiority across the sub continent. Wellington had no problem with that and fought a series of battles which at least cheered the folks back home that there was other 'funny people' they could beat in a battle.
Back in Europe
It had been 10 years since Wellington had been in Britain. He crossed over to Ireland, at least a successful general and now worthy of marrying Kitty. Except Kitty was no longer Kitty. Instead of the slinky seducer with the nut brown ankles and upholstered pears, Wellington met an overweight, rather dull and boring woman. But Wellington judged that he was a gentleman and a promise was a promise. They married as agreed. Wellington stood Kitty long enough to father on her three sons before pleading with the army to send him somewhere, anywhere, so that he didn't have to see his wife anymore.
Whilst Wellington was in the waiting room for his posting, he ran into Horatio (now Lord) Nelson. The battle-scarred Nelson was a hero whilst Wellington was still an obscure general from a military service that hadn't recovered its reputation since the death of Duke of Marlborough 100 years earlier. Years later Wellington described the meeting:-
- Nelson: Sir, I don't believe I have had the pleasure.
- Wellington: Sir. Nor will you. I am strictly a ladies man.
- Nelson: Haha. That old myth. I may be a sailor but I am a petticoat man.
- Wellington: Sir, I have not yet the pleasure of meeting Emma Hamilton.
- Nelson: You would be the first. I am off to fight the French. What about you?
- Wellington:I am to Germany I understand. I don't care. As Long as I am far away from the wife.
- Nelson: Ah..yes wives. I have the same problem with mine. How do you think England will honour us if we become heroes?
- Wellington: Public houses, stone pillars and arches. A rope round our necks if we fail.
- Nelson: Then I will bid you good day Wellington.
- Wellington: A goodbye to you Lord Nelson.
Wellington's military expedition ended in failure again, the British landing in the wrong place and failing to meet up with promised allies the Austrians and Russians this time
By now the British army's reputation was so low that it had sank beyond the horizon. So how different was the navy! Nelson was dead, killed at Trafalgar but he had crushed all European naval opposition. Wellington was again back in England, staying in London to keep away from his wife and maintaining interest in his the 'frillies' whilst he hoped something to change his fortunes. He was now nearly 40, a faintly ridiculous figure in a useless army that hadn't fought the French in any major battles. To Napoleon, the British were 'Le Merde Pour Europe'.
I am off to Sunny, Sunny Spain
In 1808 a new opportunity arose for Britain to blow a fart in Napoleon's face occurred in Spain and Portugal. The Spanish wanted to annex Portugal and partition that country with France. The Portuguese asked the British to help. A fleet and army was sent in. As they waited to find maps to defend the country, the Portuguese King and his court jumped onboard and took the ships to Brazil. Meanwhile Napoleon disliked being in an alliance with members of the Bourbon family and with some pretext, lured the entire gaggle to a dinner party and locked them all, deposing King Charles IV and his heirs. Napoleon pondering on a replacement, chose his elder brother Joseph to become King of Spain.
The Spanish went crazy. Pleading for help from anyone, even the usually hated British was better than this. Wellington joined the new expeditionary force. He wasn't the commander, sharing the duties with a few other post-pensionable British generals. When Napoleon heard the British were coming, he calmly put the defence of Spain with his brother and a select section of French generals to help/hinder/help-themselves to Spain's riches.
Though there were no Portuguese or Spanish monarchs to get in the way, tbe British proceeded to screw it up again. For once they trapped a French army in Portugal but then released them - sending their prisoners back to France instead in England in some almighty admin cock up. By chance Wellington who had signed the agreement was considered 'less of a stupid ass' as the other two and kept his job. The British had no confidence in what troops they had there , Wellington was left with a rabble of an army and was expected to lose. He wrote out his private thoughts to a friend back in London:-
I wish I was nestling this weary head in your lap my dearest Hattie. The weather is beastly and the place just seems to be made of dust. My army is scum, mainly Irish Papist scum at that. In England they called me Irish because I was born there but these fellows look at me with watchful eyes. I make sure I always keep a loaded clutch of pistols close to hand.
The locals are only marginally more dangerous then my 'men'. The Portuguese smile a lot but when your back is turned, they just melt away. The Spanish are either ignorant peasants or unpleasant grandees who view me as an unwelcome guest. To them I am a social inferior, a status that has only changed since I was upgraded to a Duke. So at least I can thank them for getting me a dukedom!
Wellington's fast track to the status of a duke was noticed by others back in London. If the British government couldn't provide Wellington with sufficient soldiery for their war in Spain and Portugal. at least Wellington had a title to guarantee him the best seats at the Opera and in the House of Lords. Not that Wellington could go back home quite yet, he needed to beat the French armies in front of him.
Conventionally, Wellington should have lost the war but he was assisted by irregular forces and the inability of the French generals to leave the pleasures and ride out into the Spanish wilderness looking for the 'raggedly Brits'.
List of Other Dukes
Arthur Richard Wellesley, 2nd Duke of Wellington (1807–1884)
A nasty little chap with unusually large fingernails and a propensity for sexist profanity, he failed to achieve the same heights of popularity as his father and spent most of his time preparing trifles for dinner parties. Nobody liked them but they were all very polite.
Henry Wellesley, 3rd Duke of Wellington (1846–1900)
Credited with the invention of the nacho chip but famous for little else, Henry was recently discredited and posthumously stripped of his rank when it was discovered that he didn't even invent the nacho chip.
Arthur Charles Wellesley, 4th Duke of Wellington (1849–1934)
Another Arthur, this one was widely believed to have suffered from autism owing to his inability to sit down and obsession with trains. Good teeth, though.
Arthur Charles Wellesley, 5th Duke of Wellington (1876–1941)
During wartime the British public looked to the brand new Duke to aid them in their struggle. He was promptly killed in World War 2 after slipping on a stray peach skin.
Henry Valerian George Wellesley, 6th Duke of Wellington (1912–43)
A bit rubbish, really. Only managed two years before getting shot, reportedly by Hitler himself.
Gerald Wellesley, 7th Duke of Wellington (1885–1972)
Managed to survive the war but then wasted his peerage writing boring books about arms and architecture. One of the worst.
Arthur Valerian Wellesley, 8th Duke of Wellington (b. 1915-2012)
Arthur Valerian Wellesley was named Arthur after his Dad realised that nobody had been called that for a few years. He suffers from a growth hormone disorder and has the appearance of a 10 year-old child. Although his current status is 'waiting for God', he has recently taken the time to release a rap record, entitled 'Ain't Nuthin' but a Duke Thang' in order to bridge the gap between him and the British public. Lyrics include the controversial lines (Ayo, it's the Duke, dropping nukes on your bitch ass/y'all better git down & lick out my rich ass/sippin' on wine, all the time, then I tear-a-bitch/she can't say no; hoes are down with my heritage). The record was produced by David Guetta and was released on the 25th December 2011 However on the 13 July 2012 the Duke's life was cut tragically short, after he suffered a serious paper-cut while reading his copy of Playboy on the toilet as you do, the serious paper-cut left him paralysed from the left eyeball down, later that day he was put down for his own good. He was 97 years old at the time of his death.
Adolf Mussolini Tojo Thatcher Wellesly 9th Duke of Wellington (b. 1985- )
This only redeeming quality is his highly successful pimping business, but beside that he's about as popular as Gordon Brown. He was also one point accused of shooting John Kennedy but after a 2 week trial, was found not guilty, as security tapes showed him committing genocides in the Balkans at the time of the shooting.
“Ain't nuthin' better then breakin' a hoe while my servants feed my wealthy ass roast pheasant. You feel me?”
“I honestly have no idea.”
“What exactly are those monkeys running around for?”
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