Morning, you're alright. I'm all right. I hope you are. I really do hope you are.

Lovely cup of tea. Lovely cup of tea. Right. It has just ticked past 8 in the AM British summertime on Wednesday.

It's now Wednesday, isn't it? When Wednesday? Wednesday? Wednesday. The 27th of May,

in the year of our old, 2026. Who are you?

You know you are.

You're the glorious band,

the chosen few my band of brothers

and sisters. Without you, it isn't a thing.

Cheers for tuning in.

You make it. Without you guys. It's just me rambling into the void, isn't it? As always, I'm joined by my producer Little Harry and how are you this morning?

Gooder. Morning, yeah, I'm all good. Little Harry for anyone who's new isn't Little.

There's just a much, much bigger Harry.

Little Harry's taller than me.

He's comfortable with it, he doesn't mind.

Should we stop faffing about though?

Should we just stop fannying around and get into into it what's the legacy corporate mainstream media

banging on about this morning what are they lying to you by a mission about as they always do

all right we've got blair starma has no plan for Britain He's intervened

The Dark Lord has intervened

And

The heat's still on

It was hot again yesterday and today

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