In Britain's Conversation, Mystery Hour with James O'Brien.

Four minutes after 12, I'm just checking the origins of this.

The Nadine Dory's award for Brexit idiocy, I think has to go to Andrew Rosendell,

who told Channel 4 News last night that Spain won't be so silly as to kick up a fuss about Gibraltar

because we send them huge numbers of pensioners.

Oh, thank God it's mystery out. A slight change of pace and a change of tone. This is your

weekly opportunity to achieve the sort of satisfaction. Not ordinarily available anywhere else

on your radio dial. If you know how it works, don't hang around. Get stuck in. Grab your

place now. If you don't know how it works, allow me to take a moment, if you will, to fill you in.

You'll have, in the back of your mind, buzzing away,

something that puzzles you.

You know, a who, or why, a what, a where, or when, a whither, a when.

Possibly even the occasional wherefore art thou.

So what happens now is that you ring me and ask that question,

and somebody else listening will know the answer.

They are not allowed to look it up.

This is the only real rule of mystery.

You're not allowed to look stuff up because we kind of want to high-five each other for knowing stuff.

God, I nearly used a rude word then.

It's going to happen one day, isn't it?

What's the rudest word I've ever said accidentally on air?

I don't think I've ever really let myself, which is astonishing because I'm potty-mouthed off there.

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