And a very good morning to you at four minutes after ten.

Listen, here's a thing. Come here a minute. We need to have a chat. We need to talk. I can't do this every day, nor can you. The Daily Mail can. They can be poking hatred at whoever it is. I told you on Monday. I can't believe it. Of all the predictions that I've shared with you in the last few years, every single one of which I think has come true

smug, more, no.

Um, you on money. I can't believe it. Of all the predictions that I've shared with you in the last few years, every single one of which I think has come true, smug, moa, no. This is the one that shocked me the most. Not with the scale of the vindication, but with the speed of it. I just sensed at the end of last week and the beginning of this week that things were going to going so badly that the usual suspects were going to

have to start wheeling out immigration again. And of course, it's not even immigration. Let's be

absolutely clear about that. One of the ugliest things about this whole saga is the conflation

of asylum seeking with immigration. I mean, many people are comfortable with both. Everybody

should be comfortable with both up to a certain point.

But now that we talk about refugees as if they were people just sort of come in here on a wing and a prayer in the hope of getting a house.

Or I think, did Sheila have a call her yesterday just as I was leaving the office claiming that they all come here because they think they're going to get a house?

I thought I'd woken up in 1984. No, that's a bad example because everyone thinks of George Orwell. I thought I'd woken up in 1986. But no, these, these, you know, when I started working here, and I first started getting sent those emails, this is before social media. yeah that's how old I am how long I've been doing this someone said Jeanette thank you for the card

marking my 20 I started getting sent those emails. This is before social media. That's how old I am. That's how long I've been doing this.

Jeanette, thank you for the card, marking my 20th anniversary.

Is it really 20 years to the day since I did my first shifts?

Well, no, it could be, you know. Anyway, I digress.

When I first started getting sent these carefully constructed emails, like a precursor of your uncle Keith's Facebook page these days.

And it would be like an official looking account of how if you were born in Pakistan, you could

have a free shop on Luton High Street. And someone had gone to the trouble of writing this and making

it look official. And then, of course, it gets sent around everywhere before social media,

but in the early days of the internet, when everything was done by email. And it would

arrive in my inbox. And people were understandably crossed with me for not being aware of this.

And I used to reply, can you believe that? Can you believe how few listeners we had? Like,

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