A member or former member of the Bullingdon Club, or 'the Buller', the former Cricketing Club at Oxford which uses much of its time in the three
Ds, dining, drinking and destruction. They are notable for their elite (even elitist) membership and their remarkable
blue-lapelled tailcoats.
If your window is
broken by a bottle of Moët, it's probably them.
Sir Michael: 'I
don't think much of that chap 'Smythe', Arnold. I doubt he'd know a Bollinger if it hit him in the head.'
Lord Montague: 'Who? Archie? Careful what you say, old boy: he's a Buller Man too, dontcha know! In fact, didn't he do just that to a policeman the other
day, around the back of Peckwater?'
Sir Michael: 'The Canterbury Gate incident? That was him? Concussed the
poor bugger? Well, well,
Monty; looks as if I've misjudged the fellow! What an excellent young chap.'