The lyrics mention Sir Francis Dashwood - an 18th C rake and founder of the Hellfire Club.
Dashwood was also the founder of the Society of Dilettante, a dining society devoted for men who wanted to discuss & relive their European experiences.
The song is essentially a spoof of a drunk, wealthy aristocrat mumbling about art. Perhaps it’s meant to be the sort of conversation that happened at Dilettante Club meetings. (These were held in West Wycombe Park not Shipton manor.)
The lyrics mention Sir Francis Dashwood - an 18th C rake and founder of the Hellfire Club.
Dashwood was also the founder of the Society of Dilettante, a dining society devoted for men who wanted to discuss & relive their European experiences.
The song is essentially a spoof of a drunk, wealthy aristocrat mumbling about art. Perhaps it’s meant to be the sort of conversation that happened at Dilettante Club meetings. (These were held in West Wycombe Park not Shipton manor.)