So here we go with the next step of my master plan: teacher training.
What, you say? Rol, you say? Are you insane, you say? Putting you in a classroom with a mob of cheeky young oiks... that's a recipe for disaster!
Fortunately, I'm not training to teach young people. That job lost its appeal since they abolished corporal punishment. If I could have been Bullet Baxter in Grange Hill, I might have been interested... though knowing me I'd probably have been more like Scruffy McDuffy.
Sleep easy tonight, I'm not training to teach kids, I won't be terrorising your offspring anytime soon. Unless they decide to stick around for some post-compulsory, 16+ education... after which point, I can't promise you anything.
Sadly, I can't write about my teaching experiences here - or even my teacher training experiences. Confidentiality and all that. Maybe I'll set up an anonymous blog and write about it there. Let me know if you'd like the link.
Belligerent ghouls run Manchester schools... so I reckon I'm a shoe-in for a job there sometime in the future.
