Educational piffle

As Chris Woodhead unexpectedly recants and beams about him, a diarist scribbles furtive piffle on a wireless keyboard.....

A contagion is abroad and it will surely set a madness about us all.

We are now suddenly become the grumpy old people, for here is a kindly gentleman come to wish us all well. And we are all sore afraid of such dark association, for the Woodhead is come among the common people.

For while this enemy of our former state is made human, we hurry swiftly onwards in another direction.

What meaning is there for lesser mortals, if such grandees as he confess to that mis-spoken in his prime? Why now the target-ranting, when once all teaching was his alone to grade: it were satisfactory, good, or ill? Whenceforth this repealing, as if of false legislation, those once-fresh Ofsted salad days?

It is as a heresy, an unnatural thing.

An email unexpectedly confirms the worst. Contemporary educational piffle has broken out for real.

Dear Jon

Beginning to get worried that I find myself agreeing with him. Is there something I can take for this.

John

Dear John

Treatment strongly recommended for Woodhead syndrome, as it must henceforth be properly called.

The obvious remedy may appear to be that of self-immersion in Sadolin:  a well known treatment for any abnormal infestation or depressing condition invading a natural substance. Alternatively I heartily recommend lots of Guinness. This latter leaves a dull, but kindly memory of the creamy headed one.

 

Whatever you do, try and stop it spreading any further. Catch it. Kill it. Bin it.

Yours etc.