Yes! joydivision, that's exactly the same as us!
And if it was a classroom from which we could see the picket line at the front gates, it was funny to see them all outside.
The 'fun' teachers looked to be having a great time - all milling about, laughing and smoking.
The more 'refined' teachers stood at some distance away, looking self-conscious and giving the other group dirty looks! Probably secretly jealous!
My favourite teacher, who was a bit of a troubled misfit (just like I was) and didn't get on with any of the other staff, just used to sit in his car with a couple of cans of lager and a fag! Hey, it was the 80s! Nobody cared!
He and I used to get on really well. I was exceptionally good at his subject, and his style of teaching (which was brilliant) really worked for me. I remember him with great affection.
Sometimes, he would send me out to the off-licence (who didn't ask awkward questions
) with a tenner, to get him something for his dinner - usually a bottle of whisky and 20 B&H.
Happy days 