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.'