A Bunthorne crossword is a work or art. The references are twice as esoteric as usual and the language dense and poetic.
For example :
"Well done, the solver ! That was Erin's stout assertion! (4,3,3)"Could have been part of a poem by WB Yates.
So you launch into a few dozen streams of thought that lead to dead-ends before hitting on the idea that Erin is another name for Ireland and "stout" refers to the beer and not the body-shape. And then you remember that Guinness was advertised as being "Good For You". Hard to describe the strange connection you feel with the clue-writer after he's led you on a journey like that.
The reason I mention this here is that Bunthorne's final puzzle appeared in today's Guardian. And although he died in August, he beat me again. Rest in Peace, mate.