Well, good morning to you.

You're all right.

Oh, it's a bit too hot. Straight from the kettle.

Burning all the way down my throat.

I'll leave that to call for a moment.

Are you all right though? I hope you are. I sincerely hope you are. Have a good evening. Me? Yeah, I'm all right. Yeah, I'm fine. Yeah, cool, Sam. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It has just ticked past eight in the a.m. British summertime on Tuesday. We're now on Tuesday, the 19th of May, in the year of our Lord, 2026. Who are you guys? You know who you are. You're the glorious band, the chosen few. The very best people on earth. You're watching this, you're watching the Bo show live. You're watching Breakfast with Bow Live in the chat. Getting involved. Send it in super chats and stuff. Brilliant. What can a boy ask for? Thank you. Seriously, thank you. Without you, it's not a thing. As always, I'm joined by a Maya

producer this morning. Little Carrie, how are you good, sir?

Morning, yeah, I'm all good.

This embodied voice of the all-powerful godlike producer.

If you stop facking him, right? Why are we fannying about? Let's just get straight into it.

What's that cabal of evil

Fleet Street editors banging on about this morning? What are they trying to lie to you about

biomission if nothing else? What have we got? What are they saying? We got. Starmus

sabotages Burnham. In a sense, not exactly.

And Best of Buddies, which is a reference to the Chelsea Flower Show, David Beckham and Alan Titchmarsh.

We'll get into it.

Don't worry about it.

We'll get into it.

It's basically a bit more of a Labour Civil War Day.

I don't want to spend, like like most of the show on it because

there are some more data points and some more things have come out but maybe try and look at a few other stories this morning as well.

All right. What have we got first? The Tory graph, the Daily Telegraph, there we go.

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