Codshead

He interrupted this harangue to roar at an assistant. "What's this you're bringing out, you miserable, sniveling codshead?"

"No codes, and only one contact, Knowle; that's all the scribbler would deal with. Safer all around, what? Even if it meant we didn't know the bloke's identity. That chap, the contact, is already in London, safe as houses. We aren't complete codsheads, what?"

Whacks was a sorry codshead of a manager, to tell the truth.