The answer was Richard Jaeckel. It was only a difficult question if you didn’t know the answer. Knowing the answer gave me full bragging rights. My son looked at me with a mixture of awe and contempt. I milked the silence for all it was worth and then compounded his misery.
I dislike using clichéd gestures and prefer to make up my own signs. This time I exercised the smug non-verbal act purely to annoy him. I curled the fingers of my right hand in front of my face and blew air on the nails. Then I rubbed the nails on my right shoulder. This flummoxed him.
“Howzat.” he said. Oh sorry, he didn’t say that. He said “Wazzat?”
I replied. “I beg your pardon?”
“That thing you did just there. What is it? Tell me?”
I terminated the conversation by using a word that, in these parts, in this context has nothing to do with dried seeds or fruit. “Nut.”
He ran away, obviously to a computer.
Boadicea's Chariot 
Well he would, wouldn’t he?
I mean – d’err!
Hello Pseu,
Tis a tricky one to type in the Yahoo question bar. Condensation fingers and all that.