Nope. Richard Dadd murdered his father believing him to be the Devil in disguise and was committed to Bedlam. After 20 years there, he was transferred to Broadmoor where he died. I've never read a diagnosis of his condition but it sounds very much like schizophrenia. Dadd was an amazing artist of such works as The Fairy Feller's Master Stroke.

Mad Martin was not an artist but a sometime Wesleyan preacher. He spent time in various asylums, including Bedlam. He was your average religious nut and pyromaniac.

He was your average religious nut and pyromaniac.

My ex-m-i-l over again, by the sound of it. Pity self-suttee wasn't on the programme of events. Suttee, followed by sweep (of the remaining ash) would have been just the thing. But that was more her ambition for me.

Oh Michael! You bad, bad man. I thought Zob was the only one to indulge in cringeworthy puns!

No, he isn't. I haven't got a match (the original problem with the intended suttee too).