His teaching was so good I do wonder if this was like Tommy Cooper’s magic act-all wrong on purpose to engage the audience. Herby didn’t usually wear a fez, though!
Johnny Layton left in my 4th year, next up being Jock Pearce. An intelligent man, couldn’t teach without a textbook, and one of those great enthusiasts for playing rugby in pouring rain.
One of the things I hated about rugby was your games kit came out an inevitable All Brown most weeks. Another was, unlike cross country strolling, you could hardly stop for a fag halfway!
However, in my last year, football finally became an option. Jock took it & I got him back for those bloody wet & muddy exhortation-filled afternoons.
Because, one day, the pitch was covered by a very late snowfall-3 inches in one lunch-hour! Jock, as referee, naturally wanted to call it off, but I’d organised the rest of the rabble to get down to the pitch early & get out kicking around before Jock came over.