Our class called Gordon ‘Pedro’ because he looked like a Mexican Bandit. In the early ‘seventies, he was one of the younger ‘trendy’ teachers who stood out from the older generation, all who had fought in the war and who wore black gowns, like in Hogwarts. He was a very effective teacher - friendly and encouraging - so long as you didn’t take liberties - if you did, you would quickly know it. Gordon’s primary subject was Economics, and the grammar school boys - especially sixth formers - flocked to his classes. Discussions could easily range from supply and demand to politics to current affairs to what pubs everyone went to. Learning with Gordon was a happy experience and no one wanted to earn his disappointment. All boys were called by their surnames until the Sixth Form - and I remember the smile on Gordon’s face when he greeted me a the start of term with ‘Hello Mick!’ knowing how slightly unnerving that would be to a boy who had been called ‘Smith’ for five years! There are so many happy things I could write about but I’d better keep things short. Overall, Gordon was a very, very special teacher and person, and I was very lucky to have known him as a teacher and as a friend.