The teacher who liked to throw the blackboard duster was Mr Currie....he once threw it at me, I caught it and threw it back to him! Basher Forbes my x-country coach was a better marksman at duster throwing.
Creeper, the RI teacher was quite unique, he knew the bible off by heart, could recite any paragraph!
Mr Mathers I think was one name of drama teacher who we nicknamed drac, he would search out the smokers at break time!
It was Dickie Durrant the deputy to Mr Armishaw, to whom we arranged an undertakers visit to his house on April 1st. I sat in detention a few times with Dickie Durrant.
The Geography teacher Mr Grimshaw (Ted I think) ...sat in detention too and made you write out 100 times, "the fundamental principal of cartographic technique, is to draw the outline in ink".
Syd Owens arrived in the 70's too, I used to clean his car and his neighbours for 2 shillings and sixpence. Mr Siddel, my Latin teacher AKA Trogg, a very pleasant man, passed away sadly with leukemia, he lived close to Mr Owens too on Etchels road.
Mr Lea, the French teacher was my arch enemy, told me I would be a failure to which I promptly replied, No sir, I will never be a teacher, I was a little rebel in many ways.
Another teacher was nicknamed noddy and reported to have been a stock car racer in his past.
