My memories of Cec Thompson were not in the classroom like most - it was in the packed corridors at break and lunch time.
At this all boys school, one had to defend their personal space when the bell went at the end of the lesson.
Cec had the best approach I have ever seen, with a locked arm, outstretched in front of him he walked straight through the crowd.
The potential for a rugby style ‘hand off’ move (with a smile of course) from a strapping guy was enough to clear a path.
A gentle giant, RIP Sir.
Chesterfield Boys, 1980-83