Mr Forsyth - Technical Drawing & Woodwork. These classes were taught on Tuesday mornings down at The McDonald Annexe in King Street. I was good at neither subject and frequently received a good kick up the backside or a whack on the same place with Mr Forsyth’s T-square for failing to implement his instruction in the proper manner.

He also, I recall, had a length of wooden dowelling with two curves in it - the larger one ‘for big boys’ and the smaller for those with more compact posteriors. What a laugh, though not so droll at the time. But before baulking at such state-sanctioned ‘child cruelty’ - just think! To us it was really water off a duck’s back, and the weans today won’t have so many fond memories when they reach our age. So gawn yersel, Mr Forsyth, for providing such fine entertainment.

BIOLOGY - Hmm. A difficult one this. It was a wee lady in a white coat with dark-brown hair and a very posh ‘Kelvinside’ accent. For example: ‘If those boys up at the back would stop talking and listen, they might learn something!’ Yes. I can hear her yet. But as for a name...I admit defeat.

Mrs Leitch - Physical Education. The other subject, besides music, for which 1F & 1G boys were merged. Mrs Leitch was a very attractive blond lass, about thirty-two, who wore tight black ski pants, a white T-shirt, and a whistle on a cord round her neck. But we only got her for indoor wilkie tumbling, plus, of course, Scottish Country Dancing lessons prior to the Christmas bash that year. Mr Smith, the head of PE, usually took us for footy in Overtoun Park across Stonelaw Road. But I was hopeless at this game, and, one day early on, managed to let in ten goals, meaning a victory for 1G and great opprobrium for me. Thereafter, I, and another lad similarly challenged, were made to run round the pitch, while the others did their stuff upon it. Horses for courses, eh?