yeah, his last name is Judge, so at one point he was referred to as Judge Judge.
my wife grew up in a 15th-century Grade 2 listed farmhouse in Draycote. A few years ago when we were over visiting, she decided to go for a drive and show me farm house. it changed hands a couple of times since her parent lived there, and she assumed at this point it had last been purchased by some big shot.
so we get there, park out front of the old farm house and take a few photos of the house and barn from the road. as she telling me about the place, this old guy wanders up to the fence and asked if we needed help. my wife explains she grew up in the house, and he says "do you want to come in and look around?" she didn't want to bother him but he insisted.
he gave us a tour of the house, which was resorted but still rustic, and he'd built a connection to another small building behind the house which was converted into his library, including his rare book collection (some volumes that were under glass). introduced us to his wife, and the four of us took a walk around the farm property up to a small pond. they were really interested in learning about the history of the house and property, really friendly. as we headed back towards the house, my wife was up ahead with his wife and I was walking and chatting with the guy. he was really down top earth, not snobby or boastful at all, never really told me what he did. at one point I asked if he got down to London much and he said "yes, a few times a month, we have a place there."
after we got back to the car, my wife said "do you have any idea who that was?" I said no, and she explained he was the equivalent of US Chief Justice Roberts. If I'd known that going in, I probably would have felt self-conscious or made nervous small talk, but I didn't and he just seemed like a friendly elderly guy. I think he enjoyed the fact that I was a clueless American who had no idea who he was, and was chatting with him as just a normal person.