He was our favourite HILF (that’s Headmaster I Love to Fuck), Jack Rimmer (if only he were a rimmer!) of Waterloo Road fame.
And then in last night’s episode – kapow! – he hands in his resignation leaving us with just his name written all over our exercise books. And we haven’t even seen him in his pants yet, though we did j’adore that closing scene of him and a punchbag in a suburban back bedroom.
Gone but not forgotten. Sir.