Morning.

You're all right.

How are you this morning?

Bright eyed and bushy-tailed fighting fit, hopefully. I'm joined as always by my producer

little Harry. How are you, sir? Morning.

It is now one minute past eight in the a.m. Greenwich meantime on Thursday the 5th

February in the year of our Lord, 2006. You are watching the Bow Show, Breakfast with Bro, Bow's Breakfast Club, the Lotus Eater's Breakfast Club.

You are the glorious band, the chosen few who have made the wise, the prudent decision to watch the Boe Show.

It's the best morning show, blatantly. It's not even close, right?

What you do? Watch Mike Growns. Alright, let's jump straight to news.

What's going on in the world, the world, the world, the world.

This morning, what is the corporate mainstream media telling you to care about this morning?

The cabal of evil editors, self-appointed arbiters of truth.

What liars by omissions and hearth truth and spin are they trying to ram down your throat this morning?

Let's have a look.

All right.

On the papers, the print media, Fleet Street, say,

you turn on Mandelson files and Stama engraved peril.

Do, dun, do. Okay, so it's more a water wall. and Stama engraved peril. Dundan-da.

Okay, so it's more water wall

fallout of Epstein stuff.

Mandy and Stama,

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