Call Roger Bucklesby grumpy, or bitchy (or benchy?), or senile as hell, but perhaps he was just plain ‘ol observant.
What a NAME. That man was full out Bri’ish, no questions asked.
I hope he sang a mean “Chim Chim Cheree” in his day, and walked with a little skip.
I bet he’s hating me right now. From hell.