I was fortunate to have several liberal-minded groups of teachers look after me.
After an inter-school debating competition or youth club where I learned to play bridge as the 4th, when a teacher was not available, we were “taken” to a local pub for one half pint and some social/educational chat. Neither of my parents consumed alcohol, we had a well stocked drinks cabinet but I had no familial tutelage in this department.
So a trip to the pub with authority figures was brilliant. Some of my school friends were so jealous, but if they couldn’t be bothered to prepare a debate (in Wales, quite a high standard with our School Eisteddfod being the pinnacle) or help out at Youth Club, their loss.
I fully understand why today this behaviour by teachers would not be tolerated, but my embryonic experience with ethanol in it’s various forms, was a life lesson that could not happen today.
So, Chapeau!! to Mr Jenkins, in particular!! For his teaching style, his myriad stories of Uni and Boxing, and his ability to keep a class desperately hanging on his every word, if there were awards he should have got a bucket of them!