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Those days were different eh? Caning and being slippered if you mucked around too much in PE. I also remember older lads holding some first years off the squash court balcony by their ankles...😬😬...really had to avoid them.

A lovely description of Mr Ross there 👍. I only remember Pibworth who taught me chemistry until O level. But Yes, how much did (and still do) teachers affect our enjoyment/hatred score of subjects.

I didn't know we were even allowed to TALK to each other 😱😂

Mr Ross was great, my favourite teacher really - he was also my form master for a year. Intelligent, passionate, amusing and fair (Ross, not me). Only he could make Caesar's Gallic Wars seem worth knowing at all.

Great story 👍. I seem to remember my class called Williamson, 'Smiler', as in, with a big grin: "I'm sorry boy, but I have to cane you!" Oh yes, the black capes, I'd forgotten about them 😬.

OK, now you made me check my A level dates...I left school in Summer 1973, so I was a year after you. Did you play in the football team? (that always jogs the memory). And, I don't know who 'Not Andy...' is 😂.

Yes, Liddell was a good teacher, I only had him for one year. I had both Ned and Poxy as A level teachers and they were great in small classes - very different from their persona around the school.

It WAS highly dangerous when I was there...a pretty certain caning.

Ah yes, the days of the cane and the slipper. I was at Hove Grammar until about '72. I escaped it myself but there was caning from time to time, plus lifting boys onto their tip toes by their sideboards...I don't mean the furniture - that was a specialty of the maths teacher Jack Liddell...