Three minutes after ten is the time. It's hard to know where to start today. I want to talk about Brexit. I'm not sure which bit. Mark Carney, utterly swatly swathing away Norman LeMont's attempts to inflate that ludicous claim. The article, What's It of Gap, would allow us to somehow retain what we currently do under dollar.

I can't even be bothered.

You still think Norman LeMont is trustworthy and Mark Carney isn't.

I don't know what to say to you anymore.

I think I've changed my mind about the withdrawal agreement.

I think that cautious flirtation with the idea that we should back it because the no-deal alternative is so pantwettingly stupid and dangerous is actually a little bit craven,

albeit the Remainers have more or less a monopoly upon rational evidence-based analysis of the situation.

I don't think we should let fear of irrational, non-evidence-based Muppets push us in the wrong direction.

And it turns out all the car companies were telling the truth.

Project Fear?

Rapidly becoming Project not here anymore.

European Edison Agency disappeared at the weekend.

Did you see that in your newspapers?

I don't know where you get your news from.

Carefully curated online, is it?

Still pretending that something good's going to happen?

Where have they all gone? All the people that told us there were going to be benefits, sunny uplands,

having our cake and eating it, holding all the cards. Do you remember that? Holding all the cards?

We're supposed to be holding all the cards. We're supposed to be having our cake and eating it.

We're supposed to have been rescued from any potential negatives of leaving the European

Union by the self-interest of the German car industry. We're supposed to be benefiting

from the fact that they need us a lot more than we need them. And we're poised to receive

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