Apparently, whilst hearing confessions at the Cathedral some thug opened the door and punched him in the eye, blackening it as a result.
I don't know if the thug was actually reacting to a penance or whether it was a random attack.
He was duly prosecuted and Fr Bushey carried on smiling piously, in the best sense of the word, until he joined my home parish of St Michael and St Martin, Hounslow.
There he wasted no time in improving the level of altar serving, gently coaching us until, at the ripe old age of eleven years we were MC-ing Missa Cantatas and generally putting the noses out of the 'men' who always hogged the senior positions for themselves..
Fr Bushey was a pragmatist and Saturday mornings were spent with half a dozen of us servers, routinely going over our moves on the sanctuary until we were as perfect as a ballet company.
In fact, Mary O'Regan once told me that the River Dance (or, Irish dancing as I suppose we should call it) had its origins in the time of Catholic persecution in Ireland. The young men and women used to gather at the village crossroads of an evening and translate the actions at Mass of celebrant and server into a choreographic form.
Arms had to be kept at the sides as Cromwell's Puritans thought it sinful to hold one's arms in the air.
So, secretly, yet publicly, the moves of the Mass were learnt and committed to folk memory.
And of course, Fr Ronald Knox used to describe the Mass to young people as a slow and elaborate dance.
But, back to Fr B. With Fortescue in hand he would direct us around the sanctuary, stopping every so often to say "Is that move sensible?" or, "We don't need to geneuflect there because you have not crossed in front of the tabernacle".
In this way a sensible pattern of devout yet practical serving emerged; something that the purists would choke over today but then, every church is designed differently (more so today) and I was minded in later life of the qualifications for young men and women wishing to be waiters.
BTEC, the examining body, used to insist that silver service took place from the the left and clearing from the right. This rigid principle was applied even if a customer was jammed against a wall and the result would invariably be soup all over the place.
Common sense should dictate in situations such as that and, indeed, upon the sanctuary.
Here is an extract of Fr Bushey's obituary from the Archives of The Catholic Herald - please remember him in your prayers, we need more of his pith today.