I always rated Harvey, along with teachers like Bernard Tranter, as one of the good guys at Woodlands. Here is a story from about 1969 when I was in the Lower Sixth form and Harvey was the Upper Sixth master. I couple of the Upper Sixth pupils saw me and said, "Mr Wyatt wants to see you...now!" As I went into the Upper Sixth form room wondering what I had done wrong, there were lots of Upper Sixth kids hanging around trying to look uninterested but barely concealing their delight at seeing me. A second later they jumped me and held me down. Harvey appeared with shaving soap, water, a shaving brush and a big grin. He lathered my top lip and, much to everyone's delight, proceeded to shave off my moustache. There was no malice in it, just the kind of knock-about fun teachers could have in the '60s. Over the years, I have made a few people laugh with that story (except for modern-day schoolteachers who are normally aghast) and it makes me smile whenever I think of it. Like I said, I always rated Harvey as one of the good guys. Happy days.
Terry Gillen
17/02/2025
