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It's just ticked past 8 in the AM, British summertime, on Thursday the 9th of April in the Year of Our Lord.

2026, you are the glorious band, the chosen few, my band of brothers and sisters, the very best among us, basically, to tune in to Breakfast with Bow, formerly known as Breakfast with Bo, colloquially the Bo Show, of course,

informally known as Bo's Breakfast Club,

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As every morning I am joined by

my producer Little Harry, how are you this morning? Good sir.

Morning, yeah, I'm all good. Good, good.

Okay, I've got the chat here for once.

Says loud and clear. Okay, good, good.

All right, should we just go straight on with it? Should we get straight into it this morning? What is the legacy corporate mainstream media banging on about this morning?

What are they trying to lie to you about by omission, if nothing else? That evil cabal of Fleet Street editors. Okay, it's more or less water wall, Iran. more or less. Little bits and bobs here or there.

I think the star still talk about the Grand National.

Okay, what have we got?

Fragile ceasefire at risk and Putin mocks Starma.

Only one of the papers goes with that, but there you go.

Yeah, fragile ceasefire at Rick, that's probably the

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