Let’s face it: sex education lessons in the UK are a mixed bag. Far from the sensitive, in-depth chats they should be, they’re still usually run by whichever unlucky member of staff has the misfortune of drawing the short straw (often the PE teacher, weirdly), conducted to an orchestra of sniggers, and woefully lacking in detail. Anybody else remember being taught how to put a condom on an anatomically inaccurate banana?
