This is LBC from Global, leading Britain's conversation with James O'Brien.

Good morning. It is three minutes after ten, and you are listening to James O'Brien on LBC.

And you might want to take up a sort of notebook out or alert the news desk, stop all the clocks.

We're going to talk about a motoring related issue today. It is, of course, rather more significant than whether or not you've ever had a parking ticket that you felt was really unfair or, like, oh, what's the best route to take to get from Kidaminsta to Hail Zohen? Don't, don't at me. Don't do not at me on any of this. Everyone knows it's the A456. I just made that up. Don't at me. Seriously. Because, what a strange period in the British history this year. I'm a curious mixture of farce and tragedy, isn't it?

We have an absolutely ridiculous state of affairs in Downing Street,

which largely because of the Brexit debacle,

many, many people are unable to admit publicly. I presume privately now that Boris Johnson's fan base is confined to a few particularly

weird backbench conservative MPs and the owners of the Daily Telegraph. I can't imagine anybody

else looks at him. Has anyone ever fallen so far, so fast? I do not think so. However, he's in

charge for the foreseeable future and he has a majority in the House of Commons of 80 seats.

So you have to hope, those of us who cling to curious cocktails of, what would you call it, optimism and rationality, you have to hope that the plans they announce that are for the good, for the common good, for the good of the country,

for the national interest, we'll come to something, we'll come to fruition.

I think of all the phrases that I inflict upon you with unerring regularity, the one that saps my joy the most is probably just because they muffed up everything yesterday

doesn't mean they'll muff everything up tomorrow.

Because it just gets thinner and thinner, doesn't it? That as a credo, as a sort of glass half full approach to life.

Because if there have been 5,000 yesterdays and they muffed everything up on every single one of them,

then the notion that, hey, things might turn up tomorrow, just becomes ever more desperate.

But it's all we've got, such is the nature of parliamentary sovereignty and first past the post-democracy.

It's literally all we've got is to hope that just because he hires absolute psychopaths and then has to wave them goodbye when reality bites,

just because he was propelled into Downing Street upon a platform of performative xenophobia

and demonstrable nonsense just because he has surrounded himself with sycophants and yes,

men, to such a degree that nobody was

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