Dr. Jim Shevels, A mad chemistry teacher circa 1974. Bede Hall Grammar, Billingham. Always leaving things around that weren't on the syllabus, but if used correctly (incorrectly?) would produce fantastic results (bangs, smoke, burning through of plastic dishes etc.) and lead to questions from his gang of no gooders who would subsequently learn something. And Miss Green (Calm, calm, my beating heart) who once reduced the tension in a sex education lesson, which was of course interrupted by rude comments from the back of the class, by stating she had tried anal sex once, but she didn't like it because it hurt too much. That shut everyone up... And Les Cookson, my form teacher, metalwork teacher and maker of fantastic things, told me I would never be a sportsman (I represented my country at my minority sport) and I would never take a decent photograph in my life (I am also a pro photographer) Woffy.