We had an art master who looked like an orangutan
and who was called 'death breath'...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 10:00, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Ours was Mr Mena
pronounced as often as we could get away with it as "misdemeanour". Lord that man stank. He was also veeeery creepy towards the 13 and 14 year old girls.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 10:03, Reply)

I had a maths teacher known as death breath.
Which, frankly, was something of an understatement. It was minging!
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 28 Apr 2010, 10:09, Reply)

Does every school have one?
We had a history teacher who was generally lovely, as long as you didn't get to close to her exhalation. Oddly enough, "death breath" was the nicknamed bandied around.

The year after I left I found out it she had cancer of the mouth and throat. Bloody hell I felt bad...
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 10:13, Reply)

ha ha ha ha that's horrific

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 10:35, Reply)