This is LBC from Global, leading Britain's conversation with James O'Brien.

Three minutes after 10, and excuse me a minute, I'm just going to...

Jones, where's the dump button? Is it this one here? If I, so if I need to self-edit in the course of this morning's program, if I press that button there, then everything, we just go sort of hit. Cool. Oh, hello. Four minutes after ten is the time. Don't

mention the war is the watchword this morning. We are for various reasons. Some of them perfectly

sensible. Some of them perhaps a little out of date, prevented from discussing the major

event, domestic event of the day. But hey, you know what that means.

If I had a pound for everybody who's got in touch with me already this morning to suggest that

today is the day we can finally discuss the scourge of undeserved parking tickets, well then I'd have

at least £11 in my pocket at the moment. And everybody else is of a mind that we should have a crack at it.

We've got Mr. Hour from 12.

Mr. Hour was in fact invented for days when elections are unfolding.

Prior to that, well, it's largely up to you.

I love the story from yesterday about the increase in pubs that we didn't have.

For the first time in a very, very long time, the number of pubs in the country has increased over the course of the last year.

I enjoy that hugely.

I'm drawn to the tale, given that she's just been made Time Magazine's Person of the Year.

Yeah, I know.

Thank you for all your

commiserations. Maybe next time, eh? Maybe next time. Hang in there. Why does she get up the

noses of so many ignorant old men? And that is a question that I don't know that we will invite

ignorant old men to answer, because I don't know that you're honest brokers. I'd like the rest of us who are not ignorant,

but we may be old, and many of us are indeed men, to speculate on what it is about this

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