
The spring series grinds on — and I do mean grinds — with friend of the pod, satirist Mark Humphries.
Continue reading “The 9pm Gorging on Pornography with Mark Humphries”Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. Information, politics, media, and the cybers. I drink. I use bad words. All publication is a political act. All communication is propaganda. All art is pornography. All business is personal. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!
The spring series grinds on — and I do mean grinds — with friend of the pod, satirist Mark Humphries.
Continue reading “The 9pm Gorging on Pornography with Mark Humphries”In the first Pubic House Forum episode of the The 9pm Edict since 2018, I was joined by Sydney Morning Herald cartoonist Cathy Wilcox and satirist Mark Humphries at Sydney’s Royal Exhibition Hotel in Surry Hills with an enthusiastic live audience.
There’s also a video of this episode on YouTube.
Continue reading “The 9pm Public House Forum 7 LIVE”The winter series of The 9pm Edict continues with another very special guest, satirist Mark Humphries. We met up on Bastille Day. We retreated to an upstairs bar. This delightfully rambling conversation was the result.
Continue reading “The 9pm Celebrity Superstar Experience on the River Kwai with Mark Humphries”You know him from ABC TV’s 7.30. You knew him from The Feed and The Roast and Pointless Australia and more. Yes, the spring series continues with satirist Mark Humphries.
Continue reading “The 9pm Unexpected Messaging Experiment with Mark Humphries”You know him from ABC TV’s 7.30. You know him from The Feed and The Roast and Pointless Australia and more. Yes, the autumn series continues with satirist Mark Humphries.
Continue reading “The 9pm Snail is Sleeping with satirist Mark Humphries”What a year! At the end of 2020 we can’t even gather people in a pub to talk about how terrible it was. Well we can. But we shouldn’t. So we didn’t. We did this instead.
Continue reading “The 9pm Year of Brain Worms, Drama, and Despair”