Among the early associates of the prince was George Hanger, afterwards Lord Coleraine, a man of the most eccentric character, not destitute of talent, but of dissipated habits, and fond of low company. In his latter years, he resided in a small cottage in or near the Hampstead-road; but though he ordinarily spent his evenings at an ale-house, he was not an unfrequent visitor at the palace.

A short time before the regency, the prince laughingly said, “George, in all the years we have been acquainted, you never asked me to dine with you: Now, I should like to do so for once.” “Sir,” said George, “if you will dine as I do, no person will be more welcome: only fix your time, that I may be prepared.” The prince mentioned his day, and was punctual. There was little sign of cookery; but at last the cloth was laid by the female servant, and a baked shoulder of mutton, with potatoes, constituted the whole meal; to which was added simple porter; but whether any wine followed, the writer, who heard the story from Hanger himself, cannot now recollect.

The colonel succeeded to the title of Coleraine in 1814, on the death of his brother: but a greater affront could not be offered him, than to address him in word or writing as ” My Lord.” He always wore a silk handkerchief round his neck, and a short club-stick under his arm. He died in 1817, at the age of seventy-three, having been for some years discarded from the prince’s parties, on account of his low propensities. He was at one time a sort of purveyor for the royal pleasure; but though he had all the vice and good-humour of Falstaff, he had not the wit of fat Jack. Yet, compared with others, his old patron might say, “We could have better spared a better man.”

From: Hannibal Evans Lloyd: George IV: Memoirs of His Life and Reign, Interspersed with Numerous Personal Anecdotes. 1830