LBC's listening figures up yet again.
God knows how or why.
Iain Dale, who, if I interpreted him correctly, confessed this week that he was more of an abortionist than he was 15 years ago, had Lab loon Seb Dance MEP on tonight. Personally, I found it a horror show.
A woman rang up from somewhere like a KFC in Brighton to ask if he would accept a referendum result which had a majority for "Leave the EU without a deal". Could he? Could he heck as like. The problem, he said, is that we wouldn't be sure what "leave the EU without a deal" meant or entailed.
Honestly, this is the sort of bloke who one invites round to dinner and at 8pm sharp he has to go off for a dump. It's nice enough in there what with one having earlier put in pot-pourris and the toilet duck but still a bathroom is a bathroom.
"Successful?" one asks on his arrival back in the living room. "Yes, he says, "I was in there watering the flowers". He continues with this line persistently until just before midnight when one puts on one's pyjamas as a subtle indication for him to leave immediately.
But he doesn't drive away until ten past one because he wants another hour and ten minutes insisting that it was all about violas and petunias. I wouldn't mind but there are only marigolds in that part of the bungalow.