I seem to be the only one here who ever met Froggy, and I assure you my BS detector was ringing loudly at the time. My instinct was to get away from him as quickly as possible, although I was stuck on a panel with him at one SF convention.

He wore black, leather gloves. Inside. In warm weather. His hair and mutton chops had an extremely unsanitary look. He smelled bad. He had a fake accent. He often interrupted other panelists while they were talking. He constantly pontificated and corrected other people with an air of absolutism. He bristled when someone pointed out he was wrong.

Not a guy you wanted to hang with.