Politics and media are becoming more and more like their satirical bed fellows over the past few years. Where once we used to laugh at the suggestion that the Prime Minister would shove his head into a toilet full of shit for the sake of a few votes it is now a daily occurrence. So we decided to gather the views of some the great satirists from the past few decades to get their opinions on the state of modern politics and how comedy can best reflect this.
Political Comedy Writer
Modern politics has become a lot more ruthless these days than when we produced our satirical swipe at Westminster ‘Shut The Fuck Up, Prime Minister’. For instance, in the episode where Humphrey Dickspanner has to explain the vagaries of the civil service and its relationship with the press we had Humphrey explain in a convoluted fashion with much sarcasm and raised eyebrows the exact machinations of Whitehall to the PM, John Donkeycock, who looked a bit goggle eyed and slack jawed and then said something stupid. These days, in our follow up, ‘Lick My Balls, You Ministerial Twat’ we have to be a lot harsher. In the remake he simply sticks the PM’s head in a bucket and hits it with a cricket bat. The approach is different, but the intention is the same.
Proffessional Stand Up Comedian
Back in the seventies comedy was all about fat men in tight suits telling jokes about mother-in-laws, and this was obviously a big influence on me. But, although the jokes had punchlines, they were a big pile of festering old cock sores. The People needed hard hitting political satire. They needed jokes about Thatcher and Tebbit . In fact, I remember a big eyed baby orphaned puppy with an injured paw coming up to me once day and saying ‘Jimmy, The People need to hear your voice’. So I set to bring down western democracy with jokes about Ford Cortinas and pork pie hats. And I did. Which is why, thanks to my cutting edge political satire, we now live in a world of peace and harmony where posh gits who spent their years in Cambridge touching each other’s bottoms have no chance of getting into power.
Wobble Headed Twat
People often say to me “Fuck off, you’re shit.” And then other people say, “Hey, Mr Nicepants, how come you’re always doing sub-Victoria Wood material about going shopping and basically just observing people and then commenting on it when there’s a world of politics and social injustice out there to extract the urine from.” But they’re missing the point about my special brand of manufactured inoffensiveness. After all, I believe the world of comedy should be big enough to contain all varieties of comedy, from the right on political stance of satire to the gentle comedy of rich bastards like me. After all, look at Adrian Edmonson. He spent his formative years indulging in the filth of slapstic comedy, only to get sensible and then go around cooking stuff and being a bit of a middle class cunt drowning in his own smugness, which is why I like him so much. You see, comedy is not always about making people laugh at those in power, or making people laugh, come to think of it.
Creator of TV series ‘The Shit of It’ and the film ‘In The Shit’.
I did a funny programme. It had people shouting. All the people in the houses of parliament are stupid and I show that and they cant do things right and they all are rubbish and there is a scottish man who shouts at the politicians when labour were in power and then labour lost and the scottish man still shouts at them and everybody does a lot of sighing and then the scottish man says rude things to people and everyone doesn’t punch him and I can’t tell any of the characters apart as they all act and sound the same but it doesn’t matter because I won awards and went to america and now everyone says I am great as I do that politics stuff and because there is no spitting image on anymore everyone says I am great and cutting edge instead of just average.
Lord Peter Dicksplash
Dead Bloke and host of Through My Arsehole
To be honest it was fucking dull. In front of the camera we looked like a bunch of incestuous Oxbridge educated badger’s knackers, but the reality was we were all pissed up beer boys from the East End. That’s why we had so many jokes about jellied eels. The average writing day would start when we rolled out of beds clutching bottles of Scotch. We’d then fuck off down the juicer for a few lagers and then flick the V’s at the newspapers and call each other ‘cunts’, which would then be followed by someone going off for a big shit and then writing the whole fucking programme on the lavs. By the time we got to the studio we were so cunted we appeared to be posh, rather than the cockney cor blimey knees up apples-and-pears chim-chimminy, lord luvva duck cockneys fuckbollocks alkies we really were. I didn’t realised it was cutting edge satire until that bastard twatted Bernard ‘The Hammer’ Levin.