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

Good morning. It's three minutes after ten. I'm thank Crunchy. It's Friday. Do you know they've brought Cracker Jack back? I've been throwing away lines about Fridays and Cracker Jack and 5 o'clock for about the last six months. I've only just realised that it's actually back on our screens if you have the right channels.

Quite a lot to get through today. I try and find something a little lighter to talk about in the final hour of our week together but um the challenge is fairly hefty

this morning i am drawn to the tale of tourist hotspots where one home in four is on air bambi some

slightly troubling tales coming from a a market that used to look like it was it was all good and our

supermarkets the panto villains of the child

obesity crisis, I suspect they probably are. And I, Paul Feller earlier in the week, who was

ranting and raving about the Bethnal Green Road, having its demographics changed as somehow as a

result of European Union membership, did pop back into my mind this morning when I read about

the fact that we live in a fracturing society in which people are less likely to talk to others,

feel at one with their neighbourhood, or even help their own children. Britain's are increasingly

unwilling to join political parties, professional organisations, social or sports club, plural. I just found that rather sad, although the more I read it, the more I wondered

whether actually a very good example of what it describes. We'll find out a little bit

later in the programme. And like Nick, I noticed the tale about Wood and Cole unlike Nick,

I think it's probably too little too late, but the idea, listen, this may come as a utterly uninteresting nugget of information.

I love, the first thing we did when we bought our house was put the fireplace back in, rip out the old gas wire.

I mean, how much money is spent over the years? Since 1945, how many houses have been on a sort of cycle of repetition and removal? So first thing you did when gas got pipes into, oh, get rid of the fire. I don't want to be lugging coal in from outside. I used to hate that job. Oh man, did I hate that job? Can you go and get some coal, please, son? Oh, man, it's snowing mum. Yeah, that's why we need coal. It's such, I'm standing out there. We used to have this little sort of brick building and when we were running out of coal, you'd have to crawl into it. Oh, when we lived in Birch Vale. Oh, man, alive up near Glossop. We had rats in the back. It wasn't

my job to go down into the cellar and fetch coal then. I was too young, but I do remember the

scrabbling noises and the scratch. That's probably where my phobia came from. So it's no mystery,

is it, really, that as soon as we had the opportunity to have gas piped into our homes,

we all got rid of our open fires and replaced them with gas fires. But then the gentrification started.

We all ripped out our gas fires and reopened our chimneys. A couple of my friends have got wood-burning

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