Let me relate a tale of a particularly unpleasant Year 9 girl, Slutty McSlut. She arrived one day, distraught and asking for a pregnancy test. Distraught that she might be pegnant at 14? No, distraught that her friends were laughing because she didn’t know who the father might be. She’d been at the gypsy site but didn’t know which boy it had been because
‘The caravan was dark and he was behind me….’
