Thank you Sir Les Patterson for you unbridled wit ,filthy humour, disgusting body language.,and huge appendage! you are a refreshing treasure God Bless......No Worries!.
Sir Les Patterson, the most poliitcally incorrect and funniest character. Thank you Barry Humphries, from the UK. I am sick of political correctness and looney left wing politics. I love this and his 'Parky' interviews, so funny.
Fantastic. I was on a two week cruise out of Sydney recently and 90% of the passengers, the blokes anyway, seemed to be cut from the same cloth as Sir Les. Never enjoyed myself more or laughed so much in my life.
An Associate Professor of Social Studies at some university, will be deeply affected and offended by this. People laughing at brilliant and intelligent humour.
Bill Leake died days later. Barry Humphreys appearing at the book launch, attended Bill's funeral days later. Valé Bill Leake .... and Barry Humphreys. 😓
Superb, great, I am laughing and crying. Laughing because it is so funny, crying because it is so true. God help us with these looney lefties, even worse now that we have lost Barry and Les, without them the future is even worse!!
What a wonderful speech! What a wonderful way of seeing things, saying things. Of course he - nowadays - would be hanged on a cross - three times, at least - that only shows us, how far away the world have gone. Humour. Irony. Satire. Please let us have it still. All you GOVERMENTAL joy killers, and worse: All of you leaders, who will crucify all who think differently. Please - give us a room to breathe.please - give us a room to breathe.
Importation of Cultural Marxism from America and a sweeping away of cultural via mass Immigration from competing cultures that have been informed by the press and government bodies we have a insular racist attitude (not a culture of welcoming banter )
The world needs to replace every satirist, and satrical cartoonist, four-fold. Then we can all be 'woke' up to the absurdity of the self-righteous, all pervasive, woke and intolerant culture that seeks to censure us all. I am offended by you all, you have a right to be offended by me. Long live offense and sensibility.
Who says this is likely to cause offence? Its called comedy and taking the piss a little, its Australia i am sick of pc trying to destroy our way of life and telling us what we can and cant say, rise up against this all Australians whatever your political views or affiliations i am so over this lefty bullshit and i am a blue collar worker, happy Friday everyone.
As an Aussie expat in Jakarta on and off for just over 10 years, I often ask myself the same question. So many things have changed in that time. Sudanese gangs running rampant.in Melbourne, ( my old home town ) the high cost of food and housing, the Lefty PC brigade trying to get everyone to dance to their tune, the horrible long winters. So many things. Take your pick. But I'm sure I'll get back there some day soon. And ironically, I used to live in Camberwell, not too far from the Golf Links estate where Barry Humphries grew up. Cheers.
This is the transcript of the speech which wasn't delivered in full due to the "interruption" by Sir Les: Ladies and gentlemen, I know it’s International Women’s Day so first I must apologise for not being a woman. It’s particularly regrettable that I’m not a glamorous Sudanese-Egyptian-Australian woman who wears a hijab promoting a book about what it’s like being a glamorous Sudanese-Egyptian-Australian woman who wears a hijab. If I was, this wouldn’t be the only event I’ve got lined up on my non-government funded whirlwind Trigger Warning awareness-raising tour. When I met the great cartoonist Bill Mitchell about 34 years ago, he said, “Mate, a cartoonist only has to be funny once a day, but it’s a lot harder then you’d think.” He was right, but he had no idea how much harder it would be for me than it ever was for him. For a start, in order for Bill Mitchell to come up with a cartoon, all he had to do was take a serious political issue, exaggerate it to the point of ridiculousness, then draw what he saw when he got there. But I can’t do that because the ideas our politicians come up with these days are utterly ridiculous to begin with. And if you’re starting at the point of absurdity, where do you go from there? I mean, what am I going to have to come up with to make teachers in the Safe Schools program look ridiculous when they actually start giving jobs to gimps? And how long do you think it will be then before some gimps’ rights campaigner accuses me of gimpophobia? It’s only a matter of time. Another reason why the job’s so much harder now than it was for Bill Mitchell is because, unlike him, I can’t just breezily assume people are looking at my cartoons hoping to get a laugh. Ever since conceptual art supplanted transcendent art, all art has been reduced to the level of graffiti. And to people reared on postmodernism and cultural relativism who can’t tell the difference between Picasso and Banksy, I’m not a cartoonist drawing cartoons for a newspaper; I’m an artist exhibiting his work in a gallery that gets hundreds of thousands of visitors through the doors every day. And the work of a man like that has to be taken very seriously indeed. It has to be analysed. It has to be deconstructed. It has to be decoded by these people in a search for hidden meanings. And because art, like political activism, is a form of therapy, it’s supposed to reinforce and confirm their prejudices, not challenge them. Well, bugger that. Political correctness is a poison that attacks the sense of humour. Luckily for Bill Mitchell, it was tipped into our water supply at around the time he retired and, since then, it’s infected an awful lot of people. As the senses of humour of people suffering from PC atrophy, their sensitivity to criticism becomes more and more acute until they get to the stage where everything offends them and they lose the ability to laugh, entirely. For people with chronic PC, feeling offended is about as good as it gets. A good cartoon gives them an excuse to parade their feelings of moral superiority in 140 characters or less, scrawled on the toilet door of social media where every other humourless halfwit who’s seen the cartoon and felt offended too can join in the fun. And they do. Well, I don’t twit, and I don’t face, so most of the time I’m able to remain blissfully unaware of all the howls of outrage and indignation directed at me in response to my cartoons - but not always. Two years ago I realised that sometimes I really do have to worry about whether people think my cartoons are funny or not when I discovered that bloodthirsty barbarians aren’t immune to political correctness and their delicate sensibilities are just as easily offended as those of any precious little snowflake you’ll find in a gender studies faculty at a university. And for your average Islamist terrorist, firing off a few impassioned obscenities on a Twitter feed is no substitute for the sort of satisfaction you can get by hunting down the person who’s offended you and chopping his head off. Then, in October last year I realised there’s another group of people who are just as capable of making life hell for me if they fail to be amused by my wit and artistry. It’s just my luck that causing offence has been made an offence at the same time that taking offence has become fashionable. So now there’s a mob that won’t only punish you if your cartoon offends them, they’ll punish you if it’s offended someone else. They might be a little less murderous than your Islamist terrorists, but they’re no less unhinged and they’re no less dangerous. They’re also driven by the same authoritarian impulse to silence, using whatever means they have at their disposal, anyone who transgresses against the unwritten laws of political correctness. I’m talking, of course, about the thought police at that rogue totalitarian outfit, the Australian Human Rights Commission. Well, bugger them, too. Thank goodness for deplorables like you, that’s all I can say. I knew I was in the company of fellow subversives, dissidents and weirdos when I opened my remarks with a potentially explosive “ladies and gentlemen” and no one complained. Now, there are a few deplorables worthy of honourable mention - and they don’t come much more deplorable than my editor-in-chief at The Australian, Paul Whittaker. Soon after the Ministry of Truth sooled its goon squad onto me in October last year I went to a meeting in his office to find out just how much trouble I was in, how much trouble I’d caused for the newspaper, and what we were going to do about it. Paul understood that the HRC’s attack on me was an attack on freedom of speech; a declaration of a war that he was determined to win. Ladies and gentlemen, there is no greater champion of truth, justice and the Australian way than the Clark Kent of newspapers, Paul Whittaker. It was also at that meeting where for the first time I met, via conference phone, the brilliant, the heroic, the Australian’s Australian of the Year, Mr Tony Morris QC, ladies and gentlemen. Tony is a passionate believer in freedom of speech and Australia’s most fearsome warrior in the war on idiocy. Tony, I can’t thank you enough for coming all the way from Brisbane tonight to do me the great honour of launching my book for me. And another hero in the fight for freedom of speech that I can’t thank enough for coming - with Tony - from Brisbane tonight is Calum Thwaites, everybody. Now, a workplace as dangerous as a cartoonist’s studio is no place for wimps, ladies and gentlemen, and I’d like to thank my incredibly supportive editors John Lehmann and Michelle Gunn. One of them identifies as male and the other as female but I’m buggered if I can work out which one’s got the biggest balls. Next I’d like to thank our MC for the night, one of my former editors on the Oz and one of my dearest friends, Nick Cater. If one of my cartoons makes you think I’m an extremely clever, funny man, the chances are it’s one of the ones that Nick has helped me with. In fact he often helps me so much that, if there was any justice, the Tweety Birds and the Facebookworms would be calling for his head and not mine. If Nick could draw, half the time all I’d have to do is the colouring-in. Even then I’d occasionally make a hash of it. Whenever that happens I’m straight on the phone to my son, Johannes. If one of my cartoons makes you think I’m a master draftsman or a master illustrator, chances are that would be one that Hannes has helped me with. And I don’t only want to thank Hannes for so often pointing out what’s wrong with the drawings, I want to thank him for all those times when he points out what’s wrong with the words in the captions too. Now, not only should I thank my amazing, beautiful wife, Goong, we all should. It’s not often you go to a book launch and then find yourself, weeks later, still talking excitedly to all your friends about the finger food. When you do, you’ll probably also find yourself thinking about just how much of a lucky bastard I am. Well, believe me, you’ve got no idea. Thank you, Goong! Next I want to thank the Great White shark of Sydney’s intellectual aquarium, Greg Lindsay. Only a few years ago I was too scared to so much as dip a toe into the water. Then, one night, Nick Cater pushed me in and, in defiance of everything Fred Pawle had ever told me to expect, Greg didn’t eat me. And not only did he let me live; he gave me swimming lessons. Thank you for welcoming me into the CIS, Greg, and thank you for allowing me to launch my book here tonight. Thanks, too, to Max Hawke-Weaver, Lauren Kovacic and Karla Pincott for somehow, miraculously, making it possible for us all to turn up here, more or less simultaneously, tonight. Thank you, Michael Wilkinson for pestering me and badgering me until I finally agreed to put a collection of last year’s cartoons into a book. It’s not easy working with someone as neurotic as me. It takes me twelve hours every day just to knock up one cartoon and even my own family tend to give me a wide berth while I’m working. So imagine how difficult it was for Michael trying to wangle a book out of me during the other twelve hours of every day. Still he persevered and we got there in the end. Thank you, Michael, and thank you - each and every one of you - for coming.
This guy, parden me can't r e member his name , that's it sbill leak, he's got the world very right, followed by sir les I feel so comfortable with how they have backed up my beliefs of today's political correct desiples by these realistic comments
I love that political cartoon and how it embodies the divisive woke-joke politics that have been dominating Free Western Democratic countries and their institution of the sensitized rule by government.
must be so hard to be a rich investor these days. having to hear about housing crises and global warming and refugees all the time. how irritating. Les Patterson seems chill though
The crack about Banksy vs Picasso shows more about Bill Leak's ignorance of Banksy's full portfolio that his appreciation of so-called "transcendent art". No, I'm not offended, nor PC. I just like pointing out misconstrued ignorance where used in support of some personal ideology.
Thank you Sir Les Patterson for you unbridled wit ,filthy humour, disgusting body language.,and huge appendage! you are a refreshing treasure God Bless......No Worries!.
Sir Les Patterson, the most poliitcally incorrect and funniest character. Thank you Barry Humphries, from the UK. I am sick of political correctness and looney left wing politics. I love this and his 'Parky' interviews, so funny.
Apart from Pete and Dud and Ronnie Scott there’s no one even close to Les.
What I don't get is that humour works both ways!
Looney left wing politics? I'm witnessing looney politics in the UK, but surprisingly they not lefty??
I would, we have a looney right
Excellent dialogue.......on the sad state of society which has only gotten more ridiculous since this was recorded............bravo 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
One of the great speeches of all time. Long live Les.
Brilliant
I’m so glad that he is one of our greatest diplomats ever. No one has done a better job than he has.
Fantastic. I was on a two week cruise out of Sydney recently and 90% of the passengers, the blokes anyway, seemed to be cut from the same cloth as Sir Les. Never enjoyed myself more or laughed so much in my life.
CRIKEY. That's a lot of young research assistants you guys must have put to the sword over the years. Good times.
Great stuff - it's called humor from a great man...
RIP to them both, now.
An Associate Professor of Social Studies at some university, will be deeply affected and offended by this.
People laughing at brilliant and intelligent humour.
Today, 2023. Gawd I hope that offends some poor bastards. I really hope it gets right up 'em. RIP Boys, Bill and Les. Dearly loved and Missed.
What a comic genius he is & was with impeccable timing ❤RIP
Bill Leake died days later. Barry Humphreys appearing at the book launch, attended Bill's funeral days later. Valé Bill Leake .... and Barry Humphreys. 😓
Superb, great, I am laughing and crying. Laughing because it is so funny, crying because it is so true. God help us with these looney lefties, even worse now that we have lost Barry and Les, without them the future is even worse!!
Sir Les is gone. Hannah Gadsby remains. A double tragedy.
I had always thought that my "Pattin' The Poodle" euphemism was the peak of comedy but I have to bow down to Sir Les's "Paddle The Pink Canoe".
Absolutely brilliant
He never fails to put a smile on my face and give me a good laugh. Sir you are so missed.
What a comic genius he certainly was,never to be replaced thats a certain fact.R.I.P.
RIP to both. Much missed!
What a wonderful speech! What a wonderful way of seeing things, saying things.
Of course he - nowadays - would be hanged on a cross - three times, at least -
that only shows us, how far away the world have gone.
Humour. Irony. Satire.
Please let us have it still.
All you GOVERMENTAL joy killers, and worse: All of you leaders, who will crucify all who think differently.
Please - give us a room to breathe.please - give us a room to breathe.
What ever happened to Australia, we had so much gold in music, comedy tv, even news paper cartoons.
We can't upset the snowflakes.
@@zodiac6968 turn up the heat, sit back and watch them melt.
Presstitution and subsidised Uni (re-education camp)?
Importation of Cultural Marxism from America and a sweeping away of cultural via mass
Immigration from competing cultures that have been informed by the press and government bodies we have a insular racist attitude (not a culture of welcoming banter )
Australia has lost these 2 icons of political incorrectness.... RIP you good blokes.
We need a few more Sir Les Pattersons!
This is great, best ever, should be broadcast in the UK in 2022.
The world needs to replace every satirist, and satrical cartoonist, four-fold. Then we can all be 'woke' up to the absurdity of the self-righteous, all pervasive, woke and intolerant culture that seeks to censure us all. I am offended by you all, you have a right to be offended by me. Long live offense and sensibility.
Who says this is likely to cause offence? Its called comedy and taking the piss a little, its Australia i am sick of pc trying to destroy our way of life and telling us what we can and cant say, rise up against this all Australians whatever your political views or affiliations i am so over this lefty bullshit and i am a blue collar worker, happy Friday everyone.
the bloke with the beard and glasses just sat through Sir Les without showing any amusement, poor soul.
Mastery of words. I never did get Dame Edna when I was young.
He’s a magnificent disgrace!!!
Brilliant 🤩 I love the Aussies
We no longer have these wonderful wits with us..and we are poorer for it....
RIP Mr Leak 🇦🇺
This is priceless.
We still miss you Bill.
We sure do.
Anger and contempt expressed as high art.
If you said gimp in Canada you'd be written up for a human rights complaint. No joke.
Now Thats how its done. They will be written about in the Annuls of Comedy/ truth speakers.
MAGIC stuff indeed.
I believe Sir Les spoke at the Funeral. That I would like to see.
Sir Les did indeed speak - as his alter ego, Barrie Humphries. It's floating around on twitter somewhere - saw it this morning
So sad that as a society, we are stuck in The Bulletin days of Patterson and Lawson still.
THe average punter, is an imbecile.
Sadly missed, RIP
Absolute class!
Les is brilliant!
awesome just awesome , stick it to them mate , aye !
Thats the Austraya i remember. Where did it go, wtf happened?
As an Aussie expat in Jakarta on and off for just over 10 years, I often ask myself the same question. So many things have changed in that time.
Sudanese gangs running rampant.in Melbourne, ( my old home town ) the high cost of food and housing, the Lefty PC brigade trying to get everyone to dance to their tune, the horrible long winters. So many things. Take your pick. But I'm sure I'll get back there some day soon.
And ironically, I used to live in Camberwell, not too far from the Golf Links estate where Barry Humphries grew up. Cheers.
This is the transcript of the speech which wasn't delivered in full due to the "interruption" by Sir Les:
Ladies and gentlemen,
I know it’s International Women’s Day so first I must apologise for not being a woman. It’s particularly regrettable that I’m not a glamorous Sudanese-Egyptian-Australian woman who wears a hijab promoting a book about what it’s like being a glamorous Sudanese-Egyptian-Australian woman who wears a hijab. If I was, this wouldn’t be the only event I’ve got lined up on my non-government funded whirlwind Trigger Warning awareness-raising tour.
When I met the great cartoonist Bill Mitchell about 34 years ago, he said, “Mate, a cartoonist only has to be funny once a day, but it’s a lot harder then you’d think.” He was right, but he had no idea how much harder it would be for me than it ever was for him.
For a start, in order for Bill Mitchell to come up with a cartoon, all he had to do was take a serious political issue, exaggerate it to the point of ridiculousness, then draw what he saw when he got there. But I can’t do that because the ideas our politicians come up with these days are utterly ridiculous to begin with. And if you’re starting at the point of absurdity, where do you go from there? I mean, what am I going to have to come up with to make teachers in the Safe Schools program look ridiculous when they actually start giving jobs to gimps? And how long do you think it will be then before some gimps’ rights campaigner accuses me of gimpophobia? It’s only a matter of time.
Another reason why the job’s so much harder now than it was for Bill Mitchell is because, unlike him, I can’t just breezily assume people are looking at my cartoons hoping to get a laugh. Ever since conceptual art supplanted transcendent art, all art has been reduced to the level of graffiti. And to people reared on postmodernism and cultural relativism who can’t tell the difference between Picasso and Banksy, I’m not a cartoonist drawing cartoons for a newspaper; I’m an artist exhibiting his work in a gallery that gets hundreds of thousands of visitors through the doors every day. And the work of a man like that has to be taken very seriously indeed. It has to be analysed. It has to be deconstructed. It has to be decoded by these people in a search for hidden meanings. And because art, like political activism, is a form of therapy, it’s supposed to reinforce and confirm their prejudices, not challenge them.
Well, bugger that.
Political correctness is a poison that attacks the sense of humour. Luckily for Bill Mitchell, it was tipped into our water supply at around the time he retired and, since then, it’s infected an awful lot of people. As the senses of humour of people suffering from PC atrophy, their sensitivity to criticism becomes more and more acute until they get to the stage where everything offends them and they lose the ability to laugh, entirely.
For people with chronic PC, feeling offended is about as good as it gets. A good cartoon gives them an excuse to parade their feelings of moral superiority in 140 characters or less, scrawled on the toilet door of social media where every other humourless halfwit who’s seen the cartoon and felt offended too can join in the fun. And they do.
Well, I don’t twit, and I don’t face, so most of the time I’m able to remain blissfully unaware of all the howls of outrage and indignation directed at me in response to my cartoons - but not always. Two years ago I realised that sometimes I really do have to worry about whether people think my cartoons are funny or not when I discovered that bloodthirsty barbarians aren’t immune to political correctness and their delicate sensibilities are just as easily offended as those of any precious little snowflake you’ll find in a gender studies faculty at a university. And for your average Islamist terrorist, firing off a few impassioned obscenities on a Twitter feed is no substitute for the sort of satisfaction you can get by hunting down the person who’s offended you and chopping his head off.
Then, in October last year I realised there’s another group of people who are just as capable of making life hell for me if they fail to be amused by my wit and artistry. It’s just my luck that causing offence has been made an offence at the same time that taking offence has become fashionable. So now there’s a mob that won’t only punish you if your cartoon offends them, they’ll punish you if it’s offended someone else. They might be a little less murderous than your Islamist terrorists, but they’re no less unhinged and they’re no less dangerous. They’re also driven by the same authoritarian impulse to silence, using whatever means they have at their disposal, anyone who transgresses against the unwritten laws of political correctness. I’m talking, of course, about the thought police at that rogue totalitarian outfit, the Australian Human Rights Commission.
Well, bugger them, too.
Thank goodness for deplorables like you, that’s all I can say. I knew I was in the company of fellow subversives, dissidents and weirdos when I opened my remarks with a potentially explosive “ladies and gentlemen” and no one complained.
Now, there are a few deplorables worthy of honourable mention - and they don’t come much more deplorable than my editor-in-chief at The Australian, Paul Whittaker. Soon after the Ministry of Truth sooled its goon squad onto me in October last year I went to a meeting in his office to find out just how much trouble I was in, how much trouble I’d caused for the newspaper, and what we were going to do about it. Paul understood that the HRC’s attack on me was an attack on freedom of speech; a declaration of a war that he was determined to win. Ladies and gentlemen, there is no greater champion of truth, justice and the Australian way than the Clark Kent of newspapers, Paul Whittaker.
It was also at that meeting where for the first time I met, via conference phone, the brilliant, the heroic, the Australian’s Australian of the Year, Mr Tony Morris QC, ladies and gentlemen. Tony is a passionate believer in freedom of speech and Australia’s most fearsome warrior in the war on idiocy. Tony, I can’t thank you enough for coming all the way from Brisbane tonight to do me the great honour of launching my book for me.
And another hero in the fight for freedom of speech that I can’t thank enough for coming - with Tony - from Brisbane tonight is Calum Thwaites, everybody.
Now, a workplace as dangerous as a cartoonist’s studio is no place for wimps, ladies and gentlemen, and I’d like to thank my incredibly supportive editors John Lehmann and Michelle Gunn. One of them identifies as male and the other as female but I’m buggered if I can work out which one’s got the biggest balls.
Next I’d like to thank our MC for the night, one of my former editors on the Oz and one of my dearest friends, Nick Cater. If one of my cartoons makes you think I’m an extremely clever, funny man, the chances are it’s one of the ones that Nick has helped me with. In fact he often helps me so much that, if there was any justice, the Tweety Birds and the Facebookworms would be calling for his head and not mine. If Nick could draw, half the time all I’d have to do is the colouring-in.
Even then I’d occasionally make a hash of it. Whenever that happens I’m straight on the phone to my son, Johannes. If one of my cartoons makes you think I’m a master draftsman or a master illustrator, chances are that would be one that Hannes has helped me with. And I don’t only want to thank Hannes for so often pointing out what’s wrong with the drawings, I want to thank him for all those times when he points out what’s wrong with the words in the captions too.
Now, not only should I thank my amazing, beautiful wife, Goong, we all should. It’s not often you go to a book launch and then find yourself, weeks later, still talking excitedly to all your friends about the finger food. When you do, you’ll probably also find yourself thinking about just how much of a lucky bastard I am. Well, believe me, you’ve got no idea. Thank you, Goong!
Next I want to thank the Great White shark of Sydney’s intellectual aquarium, Greg Lindsay. Only a few years ago I was too scared to so much as dip a toe into the water. Then, one night, Nick Cater pushed me in and, in defiance of everything Fred Pawle had ever told me to expect, Greg didn’t eat me. And not only did he let me live; he gave me swimming lessons. Thank you for welcoming me into the CIS, Greg, and thank you for allowing me to launch my book here tonight. Thanks, too, to Max Hawke-Weaver, Lauren Kovacic and Karla Pincott for somehow, miraculously, making it possible for us all to turn up here, more or less simultaneously, tonight.
Thank you, Michael Wilkinson for pestering me and badgering me until I finally agreed to put a collection of last year’s cartoons into a book. It’s not easy working with someone as neurotic as me. It takes me twelve hours every day just to knock up one cartoon and even my own family tend to give me a wide berth while I’m working. So imagine how difficult it was for Michael trying to wangle a book out of me during the other twelve hours of every day. Still he persevered and we got there in the end.
Thank you, Michael, and thank you - each and every one of you - for coming.
Great speech
Dude you are an absolute freaken legend. Thanks for taking the time do do this.
STRAYA!
Trigger warnings 6+ years old?!
Time really does fly.
I am 69 and have recently discovered Barry Humphries. What laughs await
I was also 69 when I discovered him. Real comedy in the old manner and bollocks to those who don't get it.
Love you Mr Leak.
Paddle the pink canoe!!! Watch the sensitive left go into a tail spin!
It took a few minutes to get it , lol. What a wonderfully talented Man . Barry Humphries , you will be missed .
R.I.P. Barry
Sir les for prime minister.
No offence, didn't feel any OUTRAGE, looked for umbrage but couldn't find any.
Haha Gillard's teacher ya not wrong sir les
Superb
R.I.P MATE.
sir les is a genius
Brilliant…..attacking the flakey PC types …sorry for the loss of these two humorous gents …Sir Les was my favourite character
Vale Bill Leak
Bill Leak died on 10 Mar 2017 shortly after this speech and receiving an award from Barry Humphries.
Fantastic.😂
My favourite bit:
"I Canberra I'm an icon and an an institution,
I the bloke who gave Julia Gillard, a masterclass in election." 🤣🙃😁🙂😂😁
Yeh.. Nah.
I know you meant to say “elecution”. Maybe auto correct buggered it up.
elocution
A comic genius and I'm a Brit.
This guy, parden me can't r e member his name , that's it sbill leak, he's got the world very right, followed by sir les I feel so comfortable with how they have backed up my beliefs of today's political correct desiples by these realistic comments
bravo i hope these 2 legends are cavorting n cajoling n carousing each others wit up there in never never lan.
Are ya with me?
I love that political cartoon and how it embodies the divisive woke-joke politics that have been dominating Free Western Democratic countries and
their institution of the sensitized rule by government.
Barry Humphries. I Love to make people Laugh.
tom ballard hannah gadsby. We Love to make people Hare!
As a pangender Islamic LGBTQIIAXYZ communist Democrat, all I can say is "ReeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEE"
Sorry, I clicked on this by mistake. When I saw Bill leak, I thought some bloke had poor bladder control
A great cartoonist...rip.
must be so hard to be a rich investor these days. having to hear about housing crises and global warming and refugees all the time. how irritating.
Les Patterson seems chill though
misery guts at side
Vale Mr Humphries
How are things going for you now Bill?
You’re a sad specimen
Is this Sir Les' most recent public appearance?
Les Patterson is satire right?
6:00
The crack about Banksy vs Picasso shows more about Bill Leak's ignorance of Banksy's full portfolio that his appreciation of so-called "transcendent art". No, I'm not offended, nor PC. I just like pointing out misconstrued ignorance where used in support of some personal ideology.
Here the right goes on again. Sir Les depended on the Right and such clones to spread his consistence repeats .. for laughs
I never found him funny.
Jonathan Mason your brain dead.
Jonathan Mason He is hilarious.
you had a charisma bypass op?
I never found Robin Williams funny but sir Les is awesome
So you must be one of those humourless ........ that Bill referred to.
RIP Barry Humphries