Three minutes after ten is the time. A very good morning indeed to you. It's Thursday. So mystery

hour on the way at 12, all being well, which will bring some very welcome and some may say much

needed light relief from the horrible, horrible diet of news upon which we have been, which

we've been visiting every day now since that are...

Sort of repetitive descriptions.

I think it's important to introduce other descriptions sometimes.

So you could say the worst incident of anti-Semitic mass murder since the Holocaust.

It puts things in perspective somewhat, doesn't it?

Well, there are so many attempts at distracting us in place.

And although the death toll was epic and it was the largest incident of anti-Semitic mass

murder since the Holocaust, the death toll for Palestinians is now considerably higher and rising,

which is why since the very beginning of this, I've made it quite clear that I'm not going to recalibrate my compassion according to where a child or a civilian was born or under what star they may have come into this world. Five minutes after ten is the time. We are taking a slightly less, I don't think it's less serious, but we're looking at British politics

or rather at the British Prime Minister today and you are allowed to, you are allowed to question.

I was about to say you're allowed to make fun of him, but even in the context of such grisly times,

I don't know that that even sounds right. The Private Eye magazine cover that I read out to you

yesterday, Private Eye, of course, a satirical magazine. I woke up this morning to see that

apparently there's been an outcry against it. I couldn't really find anyone outcrying against it.

But the difficulty of plotting that safe course couldn't really be clearer, could it?

And anybody essentially stepping out of line runs the risk of getting absolutely attacked from all sides.

BBC front page.

The Daily Mail's front page today is actually a masterpiece.

You've got to give credit where it's due.

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