Gervase Dodd (FS 56-61) recalls the following staff:
          
          “Rev. Moule, who along with most  other masters was called on to supervise cricket matches on weekday  afternoons, was known for starting off his games with the injunction ‘Let  us play!’ 
          
          Tony Dearle, whose encyclopaedic  knowledge of the European railway system ensured that no school trip every got  lost, rode a large and noisy motorbike he christened "Boanerges",  which he explained, were the ‘Sons of Thunder’.
          
          John Hall, a heavy smoker, seemed to  be able to produce a freshly-lit cigarette from his jacket pocket before the  last syllable of his lesson had died away. He was fond of the double  entendre of which physics was able to provide several. Amongst the more  repeatable, and guaranteed like the rest to score a hit with teenage boys, was  the axiom that ‘Every couple has its moment’. I bless John Hall for  putting me off the Reader's Digest forever with the put-down ‘The Reader's  Digest? Tinned strawberries in the strawberry season!’
          
          Sam Parkinson, who seemed ready  at the slightest prompting to depart from the French syllabus and go off  on one of his lengthy shaggy-dog digressions, of which  the most famous  and probably the longest was ‘A Day in the Life of a Madagascan Ferryman’,  complete with anthropological details and diagrams on the blackboard. I  recollect that the ferryman did nothing but lie on his back by the riverbank  while his long-suffering women did all the work.  But it took about 30  minutes to explain this. As SP's French exam results were pretty good, it's obvious  he knew very well when he was being tempted into a story.
          
          P.F. Williams (M 48-58),  who  had terrific style, including a selection of woollen ties in single pastel  colours: ‘if you want to hear the sound of an "O", dahlings, say it  over a lavatory bowl!’
          
        Philip Lever (M 46 - 67), head of  Meadow House in my time and who got me through German “O” level in one  year: ‘Ein Pfad, the unfortunate word for a path.’ ”