It's made me realise I'm turning into my dad, great under the bonnet stuff about Brexit

and the machinations and ramifications about leaving the EU. It's not just about being our own

boss but affects everything from consumption to science. I'm a woman, so turning into my dad

is traumatic. So says, Evilde, or is it evil IDH? Anyway, thanks for your compliments.

Brexit. We are already in issue. Thank you, and goodbye. You all laugh at me. You're not laughing

now, are you? How can these smart people be so diluted? We will make Brexit a success.

Yes, hello. I'm Chris Mason. We're recording this on Wednesday afternoon, a couple of hours after

the Prime Minister's speech at the Conservative Party Conference and this place is a building site

because all of our broadcast paraphernalia is being unplugged around us. So I am presenting

Brexit cash this week, wearing a fluorescent yellow jacket. And I'm Alex Forsyth, having

charged down to London from Manchester, slightly flagging as we approach the end of the conference

season. I have to confess. And it's Adam Fleming here, wandering around the European Parliament

in Strasbourg, which is why you will hear the ball of lifts and the lilt of German, French,

Portuguese and Spanish broadcasters. And much as I love the EU, I have actually really missed

party conference season, especially the last two days at the Tory party conference.

What is so striking here in Manchester is I am clutching a printout of the Prime Minister's speech

and like every political speech given by a front bench of many of the parties, what does it say

right at the top, the thing that you normally barely pay any attention to, check against delivery,

it says. Very rarely has that mattered more than today, where fate conspired to ensure that

any word that tumbled out of the Prime Minister's lips was secondary compared to a intervention

from a protester, complete with camera crew, a horse voice that got so horse standing evations

had to be given just as she could clear her throat and then letters started falling off the slogan

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