RIP Ken Stebbing

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September 26th 2017
Published: September 27th 2017
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Ken Stebbing (in the centre) - circa 2013 at Hugh Sowden's art exhibition Knighton, Powys
RIP Ken Stebbing

I first met Ken Stebbing when I arrived at BISC (the British International School of Cairo) in 1985. He'd been the Headmaster of BISC the previous year but had resigned (he told me later he hated dealing with the Board) and was now the Secondary School English Language teacher. I was the Secondary English Literature teacher. A bizarre division of labour. During my interview with Leslie and Eleanor Casbon – in a hotel near Exeter station – Mr Casbon openly queried Ken’s reasons for relinquishing the headship after only one year. I remember his comment: “I don’t know what Ken Stebbing is playing at.

Anyway, Ken and I were the two English teachers, and we got to know each other very well.

He was a decade or so my senior and was the most respected teacher in the school. He was a small man but had a natural authority and, when roused, a temper. I once witnessed him laying into an employee at the Marriott Hotel because of some silly hotel rule. He was a passionate man – passionate about books (especially Durrell’s Alexandria Quartet), about Egypt (especially the antiquities) and about Alexander the Great.
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Ken looking dapper and relaxed
Ken was intensely serious and private but also a bon vivant who loved to talk and drink alcohol. The night before my first day at school, I went to his flat, and we stayed up till a late hour making merry.

As a teacher (he taught both History and English), Ken was adored by his students. This was because he was fair-minded, upbeat and gentle and because his lessons were so interesting. He employed the old-fashioned anecdotal approach to teaching, mesmerizing his students with tales of adventure and derring-do, planting unforgettable pictures in their minds. I once came across a comment about him on the internet – from a man who said that Ken’s stories about Shaka Zulu had inspired him to direct films.

Soon after my arrival in Cairo, Ken drove several of us to the Pyramids – the Giza Pyramids and the one at Saqqara – for a full-on dose of Egyptian history. He was a superb guide. I still remember Ken's story about Imhotep, the architect of the Saqqara Pyramid, boasting that his tomb would never be discovered (and, so far, it hasn't). Ken was fascinated by Tutankhamun - especially the circumstances of his mysterious
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Resplendent in pale suit
death. I think he had written a short play on this subject. Ken planted in my mind forever Howard Carter's reply to Lord Carnarvon when asked if he could see anything in King Tut's newly discovered tomb: "Yes, wonderful things." And, for some reason, Ken was obsessed with Alexander the Great and the whereabouts of his corpse (Alexander's tomb has never been found). He had written an article on the great man, published in an Egyptian magazine. When I visited Alexandria for the first time, Ken lent me E. M. Forster’s famous guidebook to that city.

Ken was not, as far as I know, particularly fluent in Arabic, but he worked hard at mastering it. When I arrived, he gave me a list of the most useful Arabic words and phrases. The one bit of Arabic I remember Ken uttering was “Ya, Mohammad!” He repeated this phrase one night many times, in a loud voice, accompanied by much banging on the school gate, in an attempt to wake up the boab.

The Deputy Head at BISC, Neil Richards, revered Ken, and the affection was mutual. Neil was particularly impressed by Ken’s ability to deliver short telling speeches at
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Ken with Catherine Noujaim at BISC
school assembly, and he strove to do likewise. When the new Headmaster, Alan Rowland, wrote Neil a nasty letter, Ken sprang to Neil’s defence and showed me the letter Rowland had written.

What a character Ken was! The life force incarnate – upbeat, dapper, debonair in his prime, never boring, witty and wise, animated, trademark pipe in hand, trademark military moustache, always toting his Leica on the off chance of a photo. In or out of his cups he was wonderful company. I remember one Ramadan when a few of us, including Ken, were sitting outside El Patio restaurant in Zamalek, desperate for a beer or three. Drinking alcohol in public during Ramadan was strictly forbidden, but we had a brainwave. We asked the waiter to fill a teapot with Stella beer, which was the same colour as tea. Never was so much ‘tea’ drunk in such a short time! A memorable session of banter and camouflaged beer!

In the BISC yearbook that I edited in 1986, Ken nominated as his favourite food lobster thermidor or roast lamb, as his favourite drink champagne or Bordeaux wine, as his favourite book The Alexandria Quartet, and as his favourite music
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The Master Teacher at Work
"most things by Mikis Theodorakis".

Ken was not as widely read as I was, and he knew little about English poetry. When he accepted the headship of a school in Kota Kinabalu, I visited him one summer, and he showed me the book of poetry he was using with one of his classes. He asked me to pick out any poems that I could teach with enthusiasm, and I obliged. I remember Ken’s surprise at my choices. He had never considered these poems to be any good, but I persuaded him of their value. One of them was Blake’s A Poison Tree. As I talked about each poem, Ken took notes. Ever modest; ever the student.

In Kota Kinabalu Ken was a perfect host. He drove me around the countryside and the beaches, and we spent many hours drinking beer and putting the world to rights. And he revealed to me his greatest fear as Headmaster of the school there. It was nothing to do with enrolment or the Board or with money; no, it was coconuts. Ken was scared stiff of a coconut, from one of the many coconut trees on campus, dropping down on to a
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Ken firing an AK47 at the Cuchi Tunnels, Vietnam, 2005
child’s head during recess!

Ken’s great hobby while he was in Cairo, and for some years afterwards, was photography. He was very proud of his two Leica cameras (he had two in case one broke down) and was constantly shooting black-and-white photos. He was old-fashioned in his use of a hand-held light meter. When Cairo was put under curfew in 1985, following riots by army conscripts, Ken took a taxi into the Heliopolis danger zone – where a tourist hotel had been torched – in order to take pictures. The school magazine which Graham Burgess and I produced at the end of our first year contained Ken’s fine photos of BISC students. Ken introduced me to the great photographers, Henri Cartier-Bresson and Eugene Smith. I remember him telling me how delighted he’d been to visit the V &A Museum in London and actually touch the originals of some Eugene Smith masterpieces. At BISC Ken taught photography as an extracurricular activity and produced a little booklet which exhorted would-be photographers to get as close as possible to their human subjects. When Ken returned to his native Liverpool, I occasionally rang him up. He had two telephone numbers – one for
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Ken disappearing down a tunnel, Cuchi, Vietnam, 2005
the house, one for his dark room, where he would invariably be closeted developing his black-and-white prints.

So many other memories of Ken. His generosity to Cairo taxi drivers at night – he insisted on tipping them because it was after dusk. His love of the Alexandrian poet, Cavafy. His chance meeting with the movie star Gene Hackman in Kota Kinabalu – apparently Hackman asked him about his camera. Ken’s farewell party – organized by Rifka, who obviously adored him. His letters – written in a distinctive style and peppered with the unusual words ‘anent’ and ‘ach’. His macho side – he enjoyed target-shooting, and he had a pilot’s licence. His lovely tongue-in-cheek intro to the blues (an outrageous anti-feminist blues that would surely have got us into trouble nowadays) that four of us – me, Neil Richards, Tony Blakeley and Chris Charleson – performed in front of BISC Secondary School. Ken was savvy enough to ensure that the extravaganza be preserved for posterity by having a student (Kevin Farnes, I believe) record it on the school video camera. Ken gave me a copy, which contains the only video footage I possess of the man. A priceless artifact..
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Ken at the Marriott, Cairo, 2006

Ken came to my house in Reading once, when I was between jobs and living there alone. I also invited Tony Blakeley and Ivan Sayer, and we had a Cairo reunion. After that I lost touch with him. I have little idea of what he did in the years after Kota Kinabalu before his retirement to Presteigne on the Welsh border.

I visited Ken in Presteigne when I returned to England in the summer of 2015. Hugh Sowden met me at the train station and drove me to Presteigne, where I divided my time between Hugh’s mobile home and Ken’s flat. Ken lived in a spacious first-floor flat up an alleyway off the main street. He referred to this alley as 'Fagin's alley', which made me chuckle. I was astonished when he told me his rent was only £270 per month. As usual, Ken was a great host. He cooked me bacon and sausages under the grill, and we drank wine and swapped stories until the small hours.

I was all set to see Ken this summer. He emailed me, saying: "the deal is, as for all the good folks who stay, I do all the food and
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At Hugh Sowden's Exhibition, Knighton 2013
cooking, you do all the washing up, and we have a joint-kitty for all the booze! " I could have visited him in July or August, before he was taken seriously ill, but I was busy seeing all my other UK friends. When I telephoned Ken – in September – and said I was ready to travel to Presteigne, he told me he’d been diagnosed with lung cancer, had various hospital appointments and could not meet me. He was as sharp as ever on the phone, making light of his infirmity and saying that he had, perhaps, “two more years” left. I reassured him that cancer is treatable and offered the example of Ronnie Wood, the Rolling Stones guitarist, who had recently undergone surgery for lung cancer. I phoned Ken once more, just before I left for Vietnam, and urged him to keep in touch.

Today, September 25th, I received the shocking news – in an email from Graham Burgess - that Ken was dead. He had been admitted to Hereford Hospital, where they found a cancerous tumour in one lung and emphysema in the other. His lungs were full of fluid and he had difficulty breathing. He died
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At Knighton
quickly and peacefully with his best friend, Derek Hepworth, in attendance. Ken had requested no funeral and that his body be cremated.

As soon as I read Graham’s initial brief email, I asked him to send me more info – which he did later – and rang the number Graham had given me – Derek Hepworth’s number. Derek was busy on the phone, so, for some daft reason, I rang Ken Stebbing. His voice greeted me from the answering machine – the familiar jaunty tones: “Hello! This is Ken …” Eerie. I then phoned Derek again, who gave me the full story.

Another good man gone. My friend Mark Wilson also died of cancer this summer. I will always treasure my memories of Ken: a thoroughly decent human being, a charismatic teacher with outstanding leadership qualities, a great conversationalist and public speaker, a deep thinker, a lover of life. I predict an outpouring of grief when news of his death reaches the BISC community. So many grown men and women today will remember Ken when he was their teacher – firm yet gentle, champion raconteur, father figure, an altogether remarkable man.

September 25th 2017

After writing the above tribute, I wrote the following blues:

Blues For Ken Stebbing

Woke up this morning,
Nothing on my mind.
Well, I woke up this morning,
Nothing on my mind.
Read through my emails
To see what I could find.

Good lord almighty -
It surely can’t be true!
Yes, good lord almighty,
It surely can’t be true -
Ken Stebbing’s dead,
Finest man I ever knew.

Ken Stebbing, O, Ken Stebbing,
A teacher beyond compare.
Ken Stebbing, O, Ken Stebbing,
A teacher way beyond compare –
He mixed wisdom with compassion,
Good humour with great flair.

Ken will never be forgot
By those who knew him well
No, he’ll never be forgot
By those who knew him well.
Wherever Ken is now
May he in peace forever dwell.

The world’s a whole lot poorer
Now that old Ken has gone.
World’s a whole lot poorer
Now that Ken has gone.
But that’s just the way it is –
The world must carry on.

Mississippi Kevin Mulqueen 06/10/2017


28th September 2017

Short but Sweet
Unlike many readers, I only knew Ken for a short period of time in my very early days in Cairo, as a part-time teacher at BISC. I likened Ken to a slightly eccentric public school master, capable of discussing a wide range of subjects; erudite and not, contemporary and historical, technical and ethereal and I thoroughly enjoyed our conversations. It was wonderful to read the story of the 'Ramadan tea', I was there! This is one of many very happy memories I have of that period, Ken and Stella being an essential part! Thanks for reviving the memories, Kevin, RIP Ken Stebbing.
29th September 2017

Fond memories
My late wife Carola and I were teachers at BISC from 1979 to 1982 and worked and relaxed with Ken when he joined the school. As has been said, a very well respected teacher and a genuinely good and gracious gentleman. I have so many fond memories of BISC and most of them involve Ken. He will be deeply mourned Ian
30th September 2017

Thank you
Hi Kevin, Thank you for the warm tribute to Ken Stebbing. He was an inspiration to many, and your words captured him perfectly. Wishing you all the best, Charles
30th September 2017

Wonderful article
I had the pleasure of being taught by Ken During his time in Kota Kinabalu, my father was an engineer working on water projects in the area and my younger brother Lucas and I were sent to Kinabalu International School, with Mr Stebbing as the headmaster and the teacher of every subject for the 12-13 year olds. The class had between 6-10 people throughout my short year there and just around 70 in the school. Ken's style of teaching was unique, I have had the pleasure of attending 11 schools in my lifetime, thanks to the transient nature of my fathers work / tax avoidance so I feel I'm in a position of authority and am qualified to make this statement. Every lesson had a story, describing how a discovery was made, how he found out about it or a hilarious joke that helped to cement the knowledge into place, I can't claim to say that his lessons steered my career choice, as I'm an IT engineer, but you can rest assured that if it wasn't for my IT skills I'd be an archaeologist. Six months ago I was watching the BBC's 'Tutankhamen' - and found myself shouting out names, dates and facts like it was a game show, using knowledge I'd gleaned from Ken. I was 12 when I was taught about Tutankhamen, I'm 39 now. Before hearing of his death I had managed to track him down googling his name and emailing any random "Ken Stebbings" that I could find on the internet, when I had contacted the man himself I told him, that there is always one teacher that every person remembers throughout their lives, that one teacher that inspired you, believed in you and more importantly made you want to learn, it was him. Everyone from that small class of 6-10 people had uttered the same words on a Facebook discussion that was started when one of us found out about his passing.¬if_t=like¬if_id=1506760474007501
9th October 2017

A great way with words!
Kevin, You are a gifted writer and this is quite a fitting tribute to your friend. I know he would be humbled by your words!
24th October 2017

Video of Ken
Hi Kevin, Would you be able to share the video recording of Ken and the Blues crew? Would love to see it.
25th January 2018

I didn't know Ken well but what I did know of him was a teacher respected by his students and a man respected by his colleagues. RIP
28th January 2018

Fond Memories
Any death is a loss but in certain cases is much more than that. The period of time of Ken Stebbing's teaching and mentoring our children, were light and enjoyable years that stayed pleasantly in their memory. Kevin Macqueen, was also a great addition to the BISC and so was Neil Richards, a great team of scholars as well as persons. They offered their best to their students. Life goes on, as we all know, but the valuable input in early life years will carry on, something that I consider as a great achievement.
21st January 2019

Such Belated Sad News
I knew Ken when I was a young boy at Primary school at Awali, Bahrain in the mid 70’s. He was the most effervescent teacher on the roll! This extended into the social life of the community - I often wondered were he went on to - he was a wonderful teacher and held us all in the palm of his hand when he taught us history. His mock up of a Spitfire cockpit in papermache was a triumph of enthusing young boys minds - such a sad loss, but I am glad I knew him even for so short a time.
29th March 2021

It was through Derek Hepworth that I met Ken when he was about to move to a static park home. He was very good company indeed. And certainly a great character. Derek came into my life in Leicestershire and later I stayed with him below the Castle on the outskirts of Prestiegne. Had lovely walks. I would love to get in touch with Derek again if this is possible. I am in Northamptonshire and able to drive. I am slightly over 35!! Aren't we all. Best wishes to you. and keep safe.
23rd June 2021

I was a student
Thank you for this write up of Mr. Stebbing. It occurred to me that I might find something about him on the internet. I was a student for part of a year at BISC and remember his dramatic retelling of the story of Gilgamesh and of Alexander's journey to Siwa to this day. It was really gripping stuff and I always imagined he was really a drama teacher. He didn't think much of my written efforts but I really did appreciate his classes! They say you never forget a good teacher - and it is true!
24th June 2021

Thanks for message!
Yes, Ken was an inspiring teacher. U may like this
21st September 2021

Mr. Stebbing
This article brought back memories of my 3 years at BISC. Mr. Stebbing was my eng language teacher all 3 years. What has stayed with me about him is how beautifully he gifted us the English language… he made it artistic and robust at the same time. And his handwriting was classy! I’m pretty sure he joined us for a few badminton sessions after school where I saw a different relaxed , jovial side of him. All in all I’m in gratitude of him and only wish the best in his soul journey!
21st September 2021

Thank u, Nomita!
Yes, Mr Stebbing was a remarkable man. Have u watched this?

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