If the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say this was their finest hour.

BRB, UK, worst teeth, better accents.

Hello, hello, and indeed, hoi-hoi, and welcome to episode 381 of BRBUK.

I am Dan, I am one of your hosts.

Quick news update, I've still not got coronavirus.

Tim Hibs, have you got coronavirus?

Unconfirmed as yet, but seemingly not. Cole, man, you've got an olbers oil thing up your nose. What's going on with you? Hi! Sit and miss at the moment. Right, okay, do you need to self-isolate? Do we need to mute you so we don't get the virus? As much as I like joking about this stuff, let's not in case anyone from my work hears about this

And grasses me in because they would actually not let me go to work

And I need to kind of be at work at moment

Would they still pay you though?

Yeah, yeah sickness is paid

But my girlfriend was ill and she had a sore throat and stuff

And it's not coronavirus

Oh how was her holiday in Italy by the way? It was all right. Yeah, we just got back from Wuhan. Oh, lovely. It's my favourite. I love it. It's really underrated. She's better now. I'm starting to get a bit of a tingle in the old throat, so I've got self-medications here. There are worse places to get a tingle in a loving consensual relationship.

Tingling the old jingle, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, can we just agree on something, chaps?

No.

Coronavirus can bugger off.

Oh, it really can.

So, there are, one, two, three, four Five conferences

Five conference

That's, you know, four conferences

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