I think he is probably talking about the Kiwi chap who was head of training or something, on the turboprop fleet.
He was real old-school, felt that the best way to check a guy was to tell him before the check that he was useless and would probably fail, and then load him up during the check until the poor guy spat the dummy and became a quivering mass of jelly.
I did a check with him once and he was fine. The guy after me got chopped, for no reason that I could see - and this was on the aircraft so I saw the whole thing (we used to check two at once).
Nobody misses him.