My old english teacher
lets call him Mr M. Tall wirey kind of guy which a shock of hair. Walked funny, kind of like with a little bounce in it. His classes where just a licence to muck around. Our favourite thing was to mess around and watch him slowly simmer, boil and then go nuts. He would either throw things or send us out. That was even better because then we could see him got nuts twice over for the same thing. His wife, a supply teacher was also quite weird too. She had noooo control over the class at all and just looked, well, weird. She had a shock of a hair style too.

Onto my old history teacher, in herself, not overly weird but obsessed with the Russian Royal Family. It was great. Last double lesson on a Friday. Fresh from a smoke up the field. Divert her attention from the work in hand by asking a question relating to the Tsar and Tsarina...and watch the lady flow. Perfect opportunity to have a kip.

Drama teacher...think of BBs Kemal but female and with long hair. All sort of ethnic and stuff. But weirdly ethnic.

German teacher...spoke really funny (other than that german stuff!) and stank.

Back to that english teacher....we used to shout his name down the corriders when we saw him coming. It really freaked him out after a while. On the rare occaision we saw him round town, years after leaving, he still looked sheepish and kind of hid.

Grammar schools. Weird places.
(Oops....did I say that out loud cos I really bloody want to., Thu 10 Nov 2005, 13:15, Reply)