Carrying on with the school theme from yesterday, I just so happened to be watching the film ‘The Dead Poets Society’ last night, and this took me back to my own schooldays and two very different teachers that I had back in 1974 when I was 16/17.

For some unaccountable reason I decided to take A Level Chemistry in the Sixth Form.  My best friend was taking it, and I wanted to be a doctor – perhaps those were the reasons why, but it was one of the worst decisions I ever made.  I had passed the ‘O’ level though, so was perhaps suffused with confidence.

I don’t know if you’ve ever read any of my other blogs, but if you have you would have gathered that unfortunately I am rather numerically illiterate.  A Level Chemistry requires the student to be somewhat better at Maths and equations and calculations than…