Does Geri Halliwell in a school girl outfit cause my coal-fired fetish oven to smoke like a world-weary whore on a slow business evening? Okay, yeah, admittedly so. But it's not as if I'm going to ask Ginger Spice to wear this little number on our private picnic out to the countryside, while she licks naughtily on a cherry lollipop, flashes her knickers, and talks about how boys her own age are so stupid and immature. There's no way I'm going to ask her to do that, But I am most certainly going to beg. Enjoy.