Turns out he's right, dammit.
What powsles me is, how come I've been pronouncing it 'tuzzled' for so long and no one's said anything? That means that, for 46 years, people have been secretly laffing at me behind my back. This is why I moved back to my home town, I've decided, to be near my sister. Now, at least, although I'm being laffed at, the mocking and scoffing is all out in the open.
These words ending in 'led' remind me of when, in a school I taught at a while ago, a young teacher came into the staff room crying. She'd been teased by some sixth formers for reading out a passage from a book in which a character had been 'severely misled'. She, misreading it, pronounced it 'mizzled' and speculated intelligently for a while on what mizzling might be until her bad, bad sixth formers couldn't hold in their mirth any longer and, delighted to be able to do so, showed her where she was going wrong.
Why were we discussing the word 'tousled' in the pub anyway? The news was on and Russell Brand was on it. Enough (enowf?) said. My sister's partner commented on the fact that we never talk about the word 'tousled' except when we're referring to hair. I think it sounds rather charming, like a descriptive word a celebrity chef might use: 'Here we have (angle the camera this way, Bert) a rather stunning starter of towsled prawns with some brushed peppers and a garnish of mildly-combed rocket leaves. For the main course, some Permed ham, highlighted with sun-dyed tomatoes and roast lock of hare.'