Mystery Hour with James O'Brien.

Three minutes after 12 is the time. You are listening to James O'Brien on LBC, where world events

permitting, we will now indulge ourselves in our weekly release from the constraints of current

affairs-based conversation. We delve instead into the world of mystery, the world of unsolver, or beg it pardon, the world of soluble problems, the questions which are buzzing away in the back of your brain, and to which you know there must be an answer, but you have been thus far unable to find it.

The number you need, as ever, is 0345-606973.

The method is pretty straightforward.

You ring in, you ask your question.

Sam and Beth will decide whether or not it is worthy of inclusion,

although judging by last week's performance,

by those two, you'd get any old rubbish on.

And then we will hopefully find an answer to that question before

1 o'clock today when Sheila Fogarty returns and takes us all back up market. It's like a sort of

who, why, what, where, where, where, where where, where where, where where, where do we do that,

where does that come from? What's that all about? You've seen something, you don't understand it. It's just nice. It's nice this hour. It's not a combative or confrontational

exercise. It's very, very simply a sort of shared celebration of knowledge. And wherever you got your

knowledge from, it doesn't matter. It's valid. So when I ask you for your qualifications,

if you ring in to answer a question, you are perfectly entitled to say, I saw it on the

tele, James. Just as you might say, as our most frequent contributor does, I'm the professor of the

public. Actually, no, he doesn't. He says, I'm very lucky to be the professor of the public

understanding of science at the University of Brighton. I'm for Professor Howell. It is he of whom I speak.

Just a quick text because I don't read out enough probably.

As an 80-year-old, James writes Len in Stockport. He said, I've still got my barbels and I've

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