Three minutes after ten is the time. A very good morning to you. You're all right? This is it,

I think, isn't it? This is an important moment. Friday the second of June, 23. I'm glancing

around my studio. Every screen has got Philip Schofield on it. That's the leading story on the BBC

news this morning. Philip Schofield giving an interview to someone who used to be the bag carrier

for Evgeny Lebedev, the owner of the evening standard. We learned yesterday that Evgeny Lebedev's dad,

Alexander Lebedev, the former KGB intelligence officer who Boris Johnson put in the House of

laws despite warnings from MI5 is sanctioned by Ukraine, but not sanctioned by the British Conservative government.

And then you learn about the latest revelations involving Boris Johnson's private communications

during the early days, the early months, the early year of the COVID crisis.

And you learn that he hasn't handed over his phone at all.

And you probably can't even't handed over his phone at all.

And you probably can't even remember why he has complicated telephone issues at that period in time.

I'll remind you why.

It turned out that his actual direct line was still on a think tank website from when he was some junior education minister, I think, giving a speech in love. They'd left his mobile phone on the press release and the pop bitch website,

a scurrilous and rather splendid scandal sheet published online and full of all sorts of juicy

tip bits of gossip about public figures.

Pop bitch got hold of the story that the actual Prime Minister's actual mobile phone number

had been publicly available for the duration of his premiership.

So he had to change his phone.

Do you remember why that turned out to be convenient?

No, I'll tell you. It turned out to be convenient because when it emerged that a Tory donor had been essentially bankrolling his

interior decoration, he was able to claim that he'd completely forgotten about his communications

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