I just found out that my head of year, Mr Howard Miles, passed away on New Years Eve after a battle with cancer. I found this in my old diary: "I have just read a whole act of Romeo & Juliet. Mr Miles is coming to watch our lesson tomorrow and if I hadn’t read it I’d have got bollocked." Sounds about right! He was my head of year and he was brilliant. We were all terrified of him; he was the only man who could appear as if by magic just in time to catch one climbing out of a music room window, shout loud enough to make you jump out of your skin, then have you cracking up with laughter with his next sentence. I'll never forget him singing Mr Vain in assembly. "I know wodda wod, and I wod it now." I won't forget how he came to my assistance when I was in tears over being bullied. "Is this the same little sods as last time? I'll have their guts. The cowardly little gits." I don't doubt for a minute that he actually DID have their guts. Haha. Mr Miles, what an unforgettable, hardcore dude. Goodbye Sir. x