Morning.

You're right?

Oh, lovely cup of tea.

First thing in the morning, Monday morning.

Monday, Monday, it has just passed 8 a.m. Greenwich meantime.

On Monday the 23rd of February in the year of O'Lawall, 2026, I am joined by Little Harry, my producer.

How are you good, sir?

Morning, I'm good.

Good, good, good.

And you are the glorious band, the chosen few, my band of brothers and sisters.

And you're watching the bowe show. Or formally,

properly, breakfast with Bo, colloquially known as the Boe show. Bo's Breakfast Club, hashtag the real BBC. Lotusita's Breakfast Club, hashtag the Real LBC. Do you get on with it? I hope you've had a good weekend, by the way. Alright, let's just jump straight in then. What is the corporate mainstream media lying to you about at least by omission this morning? What are they trying to pump directly into your brain box? Make you believe is important or not important? That evil cabal of editors. Let's have a look at Fleet Street. Let's have a look at the front pages of the papers. All right. William not calm but carrying on.

That's the old thing, isn't there? Keep calm and carry on. He's not calm, but he is going to carry on.

After Andrew's arrest, his uncle. And Baffed up for Buckley. That that's a female actress is it Jesse Buckley

anyway female actress won a BAFTA not I'm not going to talk about the BAFTA as much

because I find it weird and gross like the Grammys or the Oscars just not interested in

rich and famous people patting themselves on the back.

Ugh.

All right, the Daily Mail, desperately attempting not to appear a slop,

even though it's pure globalist slot, really.

Scratch the surface.

Alright, there's a picture of lovely, beautiful Kate.

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