In the mid-70s our elderly headmaster at the ‘Upper’ school (Montbatten Avenue), had the same surname (Dobbie), and was seen as quite eccentric – if he had used a tie to hold up his trousers it would not have been seen by us as unusual.
He was a lovely man, and used to give incredibly long stories during assembly, which I was extremely fond of, though some children would look at each other, then look at the headmaster, then look at each other again, with expressions of disbelief.
One morning Mr. Dobbie brought in an old pair of leather shoes, and gave a whole talk on how much he loved and cared for them, and how well they had served him over many decades. He was an excellent orator and gave very meaningful talks. He left a good impression on my mind, and I could easily see him as a character from the film ‘Goodbye Mr. Chips’.
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