Er. The only name which comes to mind for the guy at QP is perhaps, Terry???
Guy who got me through was called Eric, he wore glasses, smoked like a twitch heap but didn’t drink alcohol. Funny the things you remember from your youth and things you can’t remember now from last week. Eric was a brilliant instructor and allowed you to crack on if you had a basic grasp of driving. All those times driving Dads Hillman Minx estate car up and down the old empty back roads of North Lincs from the age of 15 certainly gave me a head start. Different world back then.
