"Clive Edward Doré Wooster was part genius and part a puzzling innocent. He was puzzled to know why everyone called him Bertie, as his innocence had denied him any awareness of PG Wodehouse. So besides being a puzzle himself, he was a puzzle to everybody else. In A&B branch of what was then the Ministry of Education, he was respected for his innovative rationalisation of school kitchen designs: respected but not befriended - always a loner. Yet, when in search of higher pay, he and I both left A&B to join Meyrick at the UGC, my respect for him was still not matched by friendship. Then, when we each tried to join Donald Gibson in the Office of Works, only one of us was allowed to leave Meyrick, so Donald opted for Bertie, who went off with a bee in his bonnet and made an idiotic ass of himself. Disdaining acquaintance with the turf, he never realised the existence of his illustrious namesake, the bookies' odds of 13 to 30, aka, Burlington Bertie."