Ms. Joanne Lain, geography teacher from sixth form days, 1993 through 1995. To this day, I question the decision of whoever sanctioned putting a very attractive 23 year old posh girl in charge of a class of predominantly male 18 year old students. Standard class banter (paraphrasing, but this conversation genuinely happened):
Paul: “Do you follow football, Miss? Have you entered a team in a Fantasy Football league?”
Miss Lain: “Actually, Paul, I have entered a team, yes.”
Paul: “Me too. I’ve been deliberating which goalkeeper I’d like guarding my goalmouth. I like the Arsenal keeper. Would you have Seaman in your mouth, Miss?”
Miss Lain: “No, I’ve got Tim Flowers.”
It’s also to my greatest regret that I wasn’t born a couple of years earlier, so I could have played more of an active role in the acid house era.