Is Geoffrey Whitehead the most prolific radio actor ever?

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(Am new to this particular board, so apologies if this has previously been discussed).

Just that, really: his distinctive voice appears so regularly that it makes me smile when he inevitably pops up on Radio 4/ 4 Extra.
(Along with Geoffrey Palmer, he's cornered the market in curmudgeonly older men...).

I happen to think he's wonderful (especially love him as Stan in Ed Reardon's Week), so not a problem; just that I worry if the poor man ever sleeps?
He's pretty flat out, alongside, on stage and TV (probably best known, currently, as Lee's grumpy FIL in Not Going Out).

Slow your work rate, Geoffrey!

Coincidentally, I was listening to one of the Birling Day episodes in Cabin Pressure recently, and I absolutely agree that he's wonderful. Might you, it must a fantastically enjoyable gift of a part for any actor. I love exchanges like this (copied and pasted, in case anyone thinks I'm sad enough to write it all out painstakingly from memory):

MR. BIRLING: Ah, my dear boys, there you are. Ready once more to help me slip the surly bounds of Earth, put out my hand and punch the face of God?
DOUGLAS: I think it’s ‘touch the face of God’.
MR. BIRLING: No, no, I didn’t like the sound of that at all. Icky.
CAROLYN: Well, I don’t suppose God would be overjoyed at the prospect, either.
MR. BIRLING: Oh, are you still here? I didn’t see you last time. I thought perhaps you’d died.
CAROLYN: No. I am still here.
MR. BIRLING: Fancy that.
(Mrs Birling comes into the office.)
MRS BIRLING: Birling! You can’t just park with my door jammed against a wall and leave me there!
MR. BIRLING: Can. Did. Elizabeth, these are the joke pilots I was telling you about. Captain, First Mate, Cabin Boy.
MARTIN (laughing awkwardly): Um, actually I’m the captain.
MR. BIRLING: He always says that. I don’t know why. Pilots, this is Elizabeth, my awful wife. She’s come to see me off.
MARTIN: Oh, hello. Um, I’m sure she’s not awful.
MR. BIRLING: Well, I’ll tell you what, my dear boy: you marry her for thirty years and then we’ll compare notes.

and this:

MR. BIRLING: No. I’ve been dinging on my Summon-an-Idiot bell for ages. And yet have I an idiot to show for my trouble? I have not!

How he looks/ sounds most of the time...but I like to imagine him as all twinkly-eyed, laughing and kindly, when out of character!