Anyone see Wilshaw with Paxo tonight? Ever see a bloke looking so bloody uneasy and unhappy, blotchy face, ever so slightly sweaty, clearly following political orders? This bloke is supposed to be in charge of Ofsted, which, you'd have thought, should have been well sorted after all these years (by way of anecdote, the only Ofsted inspector to observe my lessons had been on the beer during his jolly at the Falcon in Bude the night before. A panic-stricken Year 8 lad who'd been sitting near him on the back row of my lab came dashing up to me: "Mr Shaw! I dunno if that bloke's all right but he's making funny noises!" When I went to investigate I found the bloke asleep, sweaty, smelly and snoring. He later told me my lesson was good...). I also know another Ofsted inspector who had had to leave teaching on mental health grounds but who got back as an Ofsted inspector after two days' training. I remember him ringing me up before he nailed his Ofsted job to ask me to ask the deputy head at my school if there were any vacancies for supply work, though he specified that he couldn't possibly manage more than a couple of days a week as his mental state wouldn't be able to take it.

Not exactly an insider's view, obviously, but a possible corrective for anyone who thinks that Ofsted is anything like a legitimate organisation. I could say a lot more, really I could!