Norman Kaye was our music teacher. He walked around the school in an ankle length brown leather coat, his hair flowing over the collar. Music lessons consisted, not of Western composers or the instruments of the orchestra, but fifty minute meditations on The World. Come November he printed out the lyrics to ‘Songs of Leonard Cohen’ and played the record through. What Year 10 boys were meant to make of touching Suzanne’s perfect body with their mind was anyone’s guess. Norman was an enthuser, wanting to get us on his wavelength and let the river answer. We were the bohemians.