That would be the rotten sod who habitually piddled in the Met. rain-gauge.
S Met O. Roger Hackwell and I probably called down a murrain on him during one of our "Harp lager and an omelette" lunches. I think Harp had just been introduced in the Mess, and the glasses [empty] were sold at 2/6- each.
I still have half a dozen of the chunky glasses with handles. Indestructible.