Three minutes after ten is the time. A very good morning to you. James, please, please, please,

right, Stan, make it make sense. I watched all night and I really don't understand what happened.

Gemma in Newcastle upon time, right? So I have absolutely no idea, James. I'm waiting for you to

explain it to me. Andy and Lincoln is being a little less generous. He says, please stop acting thick,

James. You know exactly what happened. Natalie says, James, I need you to explain it, please. And

Rairie, I'm flying by the seat of my pants here because I'm reading texts live on the radio.

I haven't actually read them before I came on air, so I can start reading them,

and they might go a little bit weird halfway through. James, please don't put me in Idiot's Corner,

maybe Naivety Corner, but why is it that last night was such an important issue for the SMP,

stroke Tories? Why not stay and debate everything? I can't quite get my head around, why they would be so

outraged, and leave the chamber rather than debate each of the aspects properly.

And a fond remembrance there of our mutual friend Theo Arshwood, who did indeed have a peculiar gift for explaining these madnesses without upsetting anybody.

I think I know what happened.

But I'm going to come at it, if I may, from a slightly different angle to begin with.

Yesterday morning, Kirstama was facing the possibility of possibly the worst parliamentary moment of his premiership.

You have seen the desperate efforts that right wing, well, that the Conservative Party and their

chief leaders in the media have put into attempts to portray him as somehow stumbling at the moment.

The poll lead remains, well, pretty much every poll has him 20 points or

more ahead. The desperation to pretend that the change on the spending pledges regarding net zero

brought about, rendered inevitable by Liz Truss, immolating the British economy to the tune of some 30 billion pounds,

is somehow a sign of weakness.

There are people who fear that he bends over too far to remove weapons from the hands of his foes,

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