Eric the Viking is having a rough week. He is a teacher in the UK, and every few years there is an utterly pointless, mega stress inspection by Government appointed clowns called OFSTED that all teachers & schools must go through. Eric's is this week.

Eric is a bloody good teacher. He is not a political animal, and doesn't do the staff room dung hill thing, but his kids love him, and he is commited to them.

I really felt for him at the gathering last Saturday, as the poor old love was totally stressed out with the prospect of this grilling, and he'd done heaps of preparation, and still had a way to go to get done for it. It clearly cut across his enjoyment of the evening, and he had to drag home to do even more work at some un-Godly hour.

So I thought I would like to say I appreciate old Eric as a mate and a musician, and if the OFSTED is going pants, well, that's their problem. Anyone agree?

Greg