Father Hopkins, Father Songhurst, Father Whittaker, Father Taaffe (he was in charge of the altar boys [I was one for a time], an absolute nasty piece of work, he was), Father Hunt (who officiated at my sister's wedding in April 1966) who all the young girls at St John's secondary modern girls school in Sessions Road lusted after, if what my sister told me was correct!
As a choirboy/altarboy, we used to dread being on with Hopkins. His hour-long mass would always overrun - he would always be ranting and raving in the pulpit for ages!