Dai Griffiths, by any chance?Art teacher, walks into afternoon class, fresh out of the pub at lunchtime...
Slings his old raincoat onto the coat stand, barks "-Still life! -Draw that!", then retires to the stationery cupboard to continue drinking scotch for the rest of the lesson...
With Manga flash cards.
Must be an art teacher thing then.This teacher was a Scotsman, so... probably not.
Did you go to school in Ealing?Another geography teacher (i.e not the pervert) once handed back our unmarked end of year exam scripts and then went through the results.
He was stunned when he found out mass cheating ensued. His absolute faith in us was touching, he brought us sweets and thought we were his mates.
Thinking about it, its not entirely surprising that he didnt come back the following year.
Our cheating directly led to the pervert teacher raiding the girls bathrooms!
I had a wee free headmaster, too.
'let me in, let me in...' bash bash bash... french teacher after someone locked him out of the classroom one april fools day
actually,
'come on, own up, which one of you did that? If you don't own up then the whole class is in for detention'
was more like his catchphrase coz pretty much every lesson he'd have a'kick me' sticker stuck to his back, or someone would have glued the register to the desk, or the entire class would have agreed that nobody was going to speak when he asked us to 'repeat after me...' etc. etc.
we were quite merciless tbh when I think about it
