Keith Howard, Headmaster of Queen Mary's Grammar School 1979-1995

Of all the nicknames, “The Boss” is a fine one to bear, isn’t it? You understood perfectly where you stood when he was in the room and even when he wasn’t. His approach was successful, but it’s only with age that you appreciate the man behind the character. The Boss took our English A Level group for some of our lessons and that’s where I saw the teacher, not the Headmaster, at work for the first time. 17th century metaphysical poetry is hard material for 17 year-olds, but he kept peeling away at it with us, with a genuine passion to convey the same enjoyment he got from the works. I remember thinking that he must be the cleverest person in the world because he could speak so many languages fluently. I had no idea he was also a musician until reading the contributions here. I’m not surprised to learn how, without fail, he attended every QMC meeting, every sports fixture and sang in the choir. To that I would add his attendance at every closing CCF parade on Fridays, in every weather. He was ubiquitous.

RIP Keith Howard; I’m sorry I didn’t get to know you better.

Chris Scott 84-91

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