The name rings a bell, but I can't remember. He gave me a fur waistcoat which I cherished for a long while after. Without cheating by checking the internet, he was a big man with a beard who may or may not have been bald.
I'd gone to visit The Holy Isle off of Arran after the Buddhists bought it, and he was the toppish-dude on the island. He wasn't a very popular figure I'm afraid to say, as he had a habit of laughing very long and very hard at his own un-funny jokes
I thought he was alright, just a bit mad
. No madder than the depressed monk at the farm end of the island who wore denim robes and had had to invent his own order as he'd been thrown out of his Franciscan one for sleeping with a nun!
Anyway, only went there for a short trip and ended up stuck on the island for 2 weeks because it got a bit windy. And it was NO smoking.
EDIT: Forgot to ask, what do you mean by the 'Millies' link?