This afternoon's "Hour of Powerful Blessings" was powerfully blessed with powerful blessings.
However there was one moment when, for a moment, I lost concentration. A lady with a strongly northern - Yorkshire, I believe - accent came forward. She told me she had a problem with "this Eric".
"This Eric?" I asked.
"Yes, I can't get it out of my head. It's rotten, this Eric."
Naturally, I addressed Eric powerfully, demanding he leave this woman alone. Ordering him to depart, and return to the hellish place when he originated. However, instead of rejoicing under her newly-granted freedom, she stood her ground, looking confused.
"This head-ache....." she repeated.
I may have to seek prayer for my hearing.