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

Strange days, strange times. I'm glad that no senior Tories come on this program, because given the

proper questioning that they are always exposed to on their annual tour of local radio studios,

if I had access to home secretaries or prime ministers or cabinet ministers or any of that, I'd be

profoundly embarrassed, possibly even

humiliated today by the ease

with which people at BBC

Cambridge and BBC Manchester

managed to actually speak a tiny

bit of truth to power and hold these

jokers to account. And speaking

of jokers, it's a mad election, isn't it? It could

still be, it's probably still a year away, although whispers are growing that the cynical nature

of politicking at the moment suggests it may be sooner rather than later. If you could apply the laws

of logic, the most the laws of logic,

the most basic laws of logic to Suella Braverman,

but of course you can't,

that is the definition of unhinged,

you would think she thinks there's going to be a snap election quite,

a snappish election,

a snappier election than the general consensus allows because she is so clearly already campaigning for the

leadership battle that would follow a conservative defeat. So, you know, you could look at her

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