A man who exemplifies every proud and historic archetype of the British gentleman. A hero, who, in the face of certain death, would casually caress his handlebar moustache before stoically climbing into the cockpit of his Spitfire with a tumbler of Scotch - damning Jerry for his most inconvenient timing - and proceed to deliver the jolly-most thrashing to the impending Boche in the name of Queen and Country. Gaw' Bless.
"I say, is that Jerry
flying against the wind towards Trafalgar Square?!?!"
"No fear, Tarquin; Howard
has slipped the surly bonds of Earth, and is dancing the skies on laughter-slivered wings, before smashing Jerry back to 1914. Two World Wars and One World Cup. Huzzah