I like kids, but now I have a problem. The old alchemy is gone. I just tick tock away there… 1949 was my best year. The class was brilliant. Bill Nightingale, radical, fighter in the Spanish civil war, and distinguished sixth form master, recalls 35 years as a teacher. Now aware that his gifts are fading, he plans a reunion of his star class. But should fond memories of the past be invoked?
