He took me for English and I beat him at chess once. He also looks and dresses like Mr Bean.

cos his full name is Gordon Bennett Hunt, which is funny enough in itself but also means his initials are GBH.

Pretty much the reason I studied History right through my education

ranks pretty highly, he just spent the various 6th form parties getting drunker than us students. Mr Ingles was a living hero. An English teacher who was never without his stress ball and whose performance as Desdemona from Othello in Year 10 still brings tears to the eye.

i'm convinced you have to have some kind of personality disorder to become a teacher.

His first name s Ken and he was an awesome teacher, used to play music during registration and in history lessons, told awful jokes and knew loads about World War 1. Took the 2 history groups in sixth form to Belgium for a battle fields trip. In fact, all the history teachers were excellent.

i had an English lit teacher called Dirk, who was very much an upper middle class eccentric. If someone came in late or was messing around in class, he would call them an animal of some kind ("You complete lizard!" "you foolish amphibian!"). He was an amazing teacher as well, though, and he was into Sonic Youth, oddly. He was really really nice and a good teacher but you could tell a part of him wasn't all there.

I found out from an ex teacher there after i left that his former wife loved animals, and had about 8 cats and dogs as well as hamsters, birds and insects. This got too much for him one day and he said "It's either the animals or me" and his wife chose the animals.

How amazing is that? :D

my football/maths teacher was called mr. DEAN

he taught maths, which was my worst subject, but he totally helped me through it and love numbers. i still can't do it though. however, i did pick up his absolute enthusiasm for it and how it looked. he used to get all excited when doing equations and stuff and would have to calm himself down. whenever he would do a particularly difficult sum and wrote the answer, he'd be like "LOOK! LOOK AT THE ANSWER! WOW!!"

when we went to Rome, he walked around the place wearing a bum-bag and Hawaiian shirts, but they did nothing to take away his absolute awesome.

he was An Hero. he still is, actually.

Finding Mr Askew's surname in the dictionary. Askew (adj): Slightly bent. How we laughed at how apt a description that was.

At college we had a great tutor who used to play in pompous classical rock band The Enid. He acted like he'd taken too many halluconegenics in his early years, and now has no idea what's he's actually doing. His improv lessons consisted of 20 awkward looking students being forced to use their instruments in unconventional ways, while he screamed through a snare drum for an hour. Happy days.

Mrs West once made me write an essay on 'What is a dildo?' though. That wasn't cool.

I fancied Mrs Hamilton, even though she had a black front tooth.

Mr Fairweather (Biology) - He did actually take whizz. Luckily for him the word 'paedophile' hadn't been invented yet. He'd come over to your desk when you needed help, crouch down at the side and put his hand on your leg. Slowly it would edge it's way towards your genitals, always just stopping short. He was amazingly hyperactive, but would then have lulls, go into his little office at the back of the class and come out absolutely off his head.

Mr Cooke (Tech) - Has a massive lisp and was really protective over his metal rulers. Accidentally drilled through his finger one day and had a stroke. Good times.

Mr Newton (R.E) - The biggest mug ever. People used to freely smoke in his lessons and then threaten to beat him up if he said anything. One bored break we removed everything from his desk, laminated porn to the entire top and put everything back. Him noticing was comedy gold.