Chaser Articles/Reviews

[shishi]

This month's Chaser has quite a lot of com fest reviews in it (last month's did too but this month has more) including Gud and Comedyoscopy - Gud got 4.5 stars!  Chris Addison, Ross Noble & Daniel Kitson all got 4.5 stars too and Tripod was the only one to get 5 stars!  Check out the website, it might be on there.  Otherwise buy the newspaper - it's a fucking cack and it's my main source of news these days.  Much more palatable than real newspapers.

chaser.com.au

Are they the ones on the Election Chaser?  What was with those guys anyway, were they afraid of women, sexist about including a woman on the panel or just so odorous that a woman wouldn't want to come near them?  Sorry just a bit of a rant.

[Spawn of Satan]

the latest copy of the Chaser has been banned for reasons that remain unknown to me, but you can view the cover and/or purchase a copy of it here, suport freedom of speach, grab a copy. By the way, I love the vodaphone joke.

http://www.chaser.com.au/splash.asp

SoSs

[Mythor]

Because Vodafone think it may be libellous I think is why it got 'banned'. There was a bit of a story about it in the paper the other day with more details, but I forget exactly what's going on...

Amusing that they (Vodafone) think an obviously satirical news story damages their reputation more than sponsoring streakers at a football match!

[Laney]

my impression was that the book was banned because of dressing the two murdered brittish children Holly and Jessica with the vodafone logos....
...and  what Mythor said
...and i was under the impression it was distasteful, but i guess that wouldn't have been the reaon that it was banned *shrugs*

[Mythor]

The two girls had the Vodafone logo on them without any help from The Chaser. They were wearing Manchester United shirts in the photo, and Man Utd are sponsored by Vodafone.
I don't think the Chaser has been stopped by a lack of taste before?

[gelfling]

Nope, it WAS lack of taste.
"its distributor, NDD, has refused to distribute the edition on taste grounds." Daily Telegraph article

It's not banned, it's still on the internet. But lack of taste can certainly stop the print addition, since it depends on newsagents wanting in their shop what some may consider a very sick joke. I personally consider it very funny. Mostly cos it's sick. Hmm..

It's a wonder that the onion and the chaser don't get more libel suits thrown at them. Not that they deserve it, but some companies like to dish them out after the slightest provocation.

[shishi]

I don't know how effective or far-reaching the ban has been, considering I got mine in the mail a few days ago.

And really, that is so *not* the most so-called 'tasteless' thing they've printed.

[cyborgsnail]

If you're a subscriber to the Chaser you'll still get your copy, but they're not selling it in shops for said reason.

Personally I don't reckon it's tasteless, I reckon it's damn funny, but then again my standards of what is tasteful and what isn't are quite low

[Fiona Rohana]

its banned in newsagents but if you go to http://www.chaser.com.au they can send you a 'free sample'.

[Mythor]

I got my free sample! :pineappl:

It's pretty good, funny and stuff... Pondering getting a subscription, although it is a little pricey for what it is...
Maybe I can use that as an "idea" for a christmas present, since I hate coming up with a list.

10 editions (6 months) = $25
20 editions (1 year) = $45
for anyone who was curious...

[Mythor]

Picture of Rob Quantock behind hurricane fencing that has been seen many times before is included beside the following article. The picture has the caption, "Lots of funny fuckers like Rob Quantock will be let out for the Comedy Festival".

"Warm Up ya laughing gear..." by Kara Greiner, The Chaser - The (snigger) Edition 69 (geddit?) Edition.

What? The 2003 Melbourne Comedy Festival
Where? Melbourne, stoopid
When? 27th March - 20th April
How much? Varies, usually about a lobster

The smell of burning, furry flesh is in the air, which can mean only one thing - the Melbourne International Comedy Festival is approaching. Audiences around the country are attending pre-festival shows. Like watching a hamster in a microwave, audiences go and watch just to see if the little bugger's head explodes. Sometimes failure is more funny.

Wil Anderson has continued his tradition of punning his name into the title of his shows. He's done Wilenium, Wil of Fortune, and the most recent show Jagged Little Wil (apparently Alanis Morrisette's other album, titled Die you piece of Scum ex-Boyfriend and if You Ever Look my Way Again I will Stab You in the Eye with a Fish Fork, was a little too wordy for Wil). Anderson's show will sell out in Melbourne and there is no reason why it shouldn't. He's funny, cute for a comedian and gives hope to every child with ADHD. I just can't wait until next year's show Wilicone Breast Implants.

Other comedians to warm up in the Sydney microwave include Libby Gore and Sarah Kendall. The former was a home made fast food sensation who is venturing forth with a cabaret style show. It's saucy, like mayonnaise, and sexy, um, again like mayonnaise. The latter doesn't need a fake nose and a midget, gay ex-husband to be likened to Nicole Kidman. No, all she needs is to know that she too has become one of Ours. Our Sarah has returned from sell out shows across the UK and Bulgaria (where she introduced them to the kimono). Her show : I am an extremely complicated person is a tribute to people who succeed despite having orange hair.

-- Article Ends --

Spelling mistakes are Kara's, where not corrected by me, like the typo in Alanis' name.

[Beckslee]

Wilicone Breast Implants


I think we have nest years show title

[ryttu3k]

ADHD? That explains a lot.

Here's a hint - don't read The Chaser under your desk in class. It can be quite... scary... when you laugh out loud and get caught by the teacher...

[Alisso]

The author's name rang some bells in my head, then their apparent occupation made me even more puzzled. Then I read the article. Anyone else think this might have been written by someone we all know and...we all know? *giggles* But shhhh, given what is said, there might be a reason for nervous anonymity *G*

Tales from a Trash Mag

Liam James works at a prominent celebrity gossip magazine

Does and Donuts

Our office is under siege. Not since Princess Diana's death have the writers and editors been so overwhelmingly captivated by one thing (and it's not Ian Thorpe's tell-all on his love affair with Tom Cruise*). The object of their obsession is rather a perfectyl rounded, deep fried, and glazed melange of flour, sugar and oil. It's Krispy Kreme donuts, not the unsubstantiated sex life of a closet gay swimmer and his impotent boyfriend, that are talk of these normally strong-willed and determined power pussies.

It may not seem all that odd to you, but these women spend all day calling whippet-thin stars 'curvy' because they managed to get a photograph of them at an angle that would make Karen Carpenter look like Oprah Winfrey.

The office of a women's magazine is just as obsessed with low-carb living as its text. It's power-yoga heaven. Not so much as a morsel of food is allowed to pass anyone's lips before it's been deconstructed and critiqued to the point of cremation. "What are you having for lunch?" is a call that goes out every day. If you dare answer back, say, a burger and chips, you can expect to receive a rather disapproving "Oh", followed by "I thought you were trying to help yourself."

But these bloody doughnuts are permitted. Why? Who the hell knows? Perhaps they don't count as food. I mean Christ, the way the girls react when they eat them you'd be forgiven for thinking they were engaged in sex and for many, pastry does act as a kind of coital placebo. In a world of single, powerful, thirty-something Sex and The City clones, a sweet doughnut can sometimes be the closest thing these women get to a good seeing-to for weeks - and they're not letting that slip away without a fight.

The similarities between their consumption of a 'Krispy Kreme' and, say, consumption of a scarce new male, are remarkable. There's the anticipation and longing factor. Not a day goes by where at least three of my colleagues don't engage in several deep discussions about the flavours they haven't yet tried, and when the first 'Krispy Kreme' will open in the city. Then when they actually arrive, (being a publishing company happy to accept freebies, they turn up quite regularly) it's a feeding frenzy. Normally dignified and controlled women act like a bunch of Mt Druitt housewives on a Wild Boys Afloat cruis, force feeding themselves high-cal treats which they 'deserve'.

Then, as at the end of every good affair, comes the onset of a cold, guilty rationality. The box is turned upside down and the nutritional information read aloud. "Did you know there are 12.2 grams of fat in each one?" "Well, I only had half," as if becoming only half a fat pig will be acceptable. The guilt is only relieved by the purge. Slowly they drift off to the bathrooms and relieve themselves of their sweet treats, before returning to lampoon a film star for having done so much as look at a chocolate bar.

*[potential litigators please note - we're not referring to "the" Ian Thorpe or "the" Tom Cruise].