Back in the far, dim mists of time, growing up in the Seventies my only concern at primary school was whether my school house group, Danny House, was going to come top of the school at the end of the year. Later at secondary school we were blessed with the knowledge that not only were we under the threat of nuclear attack but, if that didn't get us , there was a good chance that drugs (Just Say No!) or AIDS would. However, the only drills we did at school were fire one's. The bells would go off, the teachers would shepherd their pupils to their designated assembly areas and the cooler students would slope off for a crafty smoke behind the bike sheds! Now in these days of multiculturalism , safe spaces, triggering, feelings over facts and all manner of ridiculousness, things have deteriorated to a level that I never ever thought I would witness. When I came to France in 2006, the headmaster of the primary school attended by my sons was strict, no stu...
