Three minutes after ten is the time you're listening to James O'Brien on LBC.

I am occasionally envious of the lazier end of this profession when you could point out at times like this,

that it probably would be cheaper to put people up in claridges than it would be at the moment to send them on mythical flights to Rwanda.

But these events are, I think, probably rather more

serious than that kind of behaviour allows. The Rwanda thing is bonkers. It is one of the

maddest things I can remember reporting on, witnessing, reading about in all the time that I've

been doing this job. And remember, I was doing this job

throughout Brexit. I was doing this job throughout all the promises about what Brexit would bring

to British people. And I was doing this job when Boris Johnson was prime minister. And I was doing

this job when Liz Truss was prime minister. I imagine some younger list has found that impossible to

believe. And I am currently doing this job,

while Rishi Sunak is Prime Minister, a man who has gone from self-styled hero to absolute zero in

record-breaking time. So I have observed some truly, truly mad moments during the years that I have been doing this job.

I don't think I was here for the Cones Hotline, but I get quite nostalgic for the Cones

hotline.

Could you imagine living in a country where things were so placid and calm and stable

that the Prime Minister thought to prioritize roadworks where no one appeared to be doing any work.

This was what animated John Major during his premiership so much that he introduced a national scheme

that would allow us to report roadworks where no one was doing any work.

It was called the Cones Hotline.

He was so

animated by the site of cones on motorways, behind which no workers appeared to be toiling,

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