I was a pupil of Bill Broderick, at the Royal Liberty school, where I enjoyed his maths lessons. From somewhere, he acquired a stock of ancient mechanical calculators, so old that you had to manually turn wheels to set each individual number – but we loved them. And in a school where the rod was rarely spared, in Bill’s class order was maintained by our affection for him, never fear.
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I was a pupil of Bill Broderick, at the Royal Liberty school, where I enjoyed his maths lessons. From somewhere, he acquired a stock of ancient mechanical calculators, so old that you had to manually turn wheels to set each individual number – but we loved them. And in a school where the rod was rarely spared, in Bill’s class order was maintained by our affection for him, never fear. Continue reading…Technology | The Guardian