At my school, we recently came into the care of a rather dashing PGCE student (who we will shall herein refer to as James). I'm happily married to a lady but even I took a look at him and thought about what he might look like without clothes on. He's classically handsome in a manly way but and Jesus H. Christ, have the ladies I work with caught on to that fact. Even the year 6 girls look at him in a particular way and giggle when he's near. He's a staff-safeguarding nightmare in that he's naive and young and doesn't realise how much the profession he pursues would so easily persecute him for simply being male should he step over one of the many, very blurry lines. I'm the only bloke in my school - a primary school which is in its self the most interesting thing in the area it serves. The women of the workforce are mostly old-school: they bake and attend coffee mornings; some still go to church; they all love a good, rapey drama on the BBC. You know the typ...