Lord Michael Onslow, 1938–2011

The eccentric who enlivened the House of Lords

Michael William Coplestone Dillon Onslow, the seventh Earl of Onslow, reveled in his role as one of the British House of Lords’ most colorful members. But he harbored no illusions about how his family gained its original baronetcy, which dates back to 1660. His ancestors, he said, were cattle thieves who continually upgraded their titles by currying favor with the powerful—or, as Onslow put it, by “getting pissed with Pitt the Younger.”

Irreverence was one of Onslow’s hallmarks, along with brightly colored socks and bow ties, said the London Guardian. Born into a politically active family, Onslow attended Eton and the Sorbonne before serving in Yemen and Oman with the British Life Guards. After he left the service, he worked briefly as a professional photographer before becoming an insurance broker, commuting to work with a pet monkey. It escaped one morning and was retrieved by the police. A nominal Conservative with a pronounced liberal streak, Onslow had an “instinct for troublemaking.” He didn’t know Tory policy on most issues, he said, “and I’d probably disagree with it even if I did.”

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He was unpredictable outside of politics, too, said the Associated Press. In 1994 he hosted a program on “the BBC’s snooty classical music station to acquaint listeners with thrash metal, rap, jungle,” and other outré musical genres. “It’s time to get trippin’ with me, Lord Onslow,” he would say. His death left observers of the House of Lords wondering when they’d ever have another member who would chase a runaway bull along a major highway on horseback and proudly boast that he was “a pustule on the rump of the body politic.”