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I still remember the magic of Christmas Day as a child—waking up to a glittering tree towering over piles of colourful boxes. The tree was plastic and it got shit everywhere, the fronds broke off and stuck in the carpet, the cheap glittery baubles rubbed off on everything, but
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Poor old Mr Beast can never catch a break, can he? All he wants to do is help people and he just keeps getting cancelled for it. Whatever the hell that means. As an aside, you can see from my screenshot that I’m a member of Community Notes, the
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Dear reader, Thank you for choosing Plato Was a Dick – the S Peter Davis newsletter. We realise you have a choice in who gets to slide into your inbox every week to natter at you about whatever the fuck happens to be on our mind and we, by which I
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I have a confession to make – I’ve been using AI. Just a little bit. Hardly at all. I got Adobe’s new Firefly software and I’ve been toying around with it with all the gentle caution of a cat prodding a tarantula. Anyone who’s been following my
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I can’t count the number of times this year I’ve been listening to a podcast or watching a video or something and the hosts have tried to push something called Skibidi Toilet on me. It’s hard to tell at times whether they’re doing at earnestly. A
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As a commentator on current affairs, there’s one topic this week that people are going to be expecting me to talk about. And, as a comedy writer, that’s going to be a real tough order, chief. Thankfully, I have this big wheel that contains all of my regular
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I’ll preface this with the fact that the privilege of living in Australia means that there isn’t a whole lot that Donald Trump can personally do to me if you bozos across the pond actually decide to give this colossal fuckwit a second shot at the presidency. I
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When I saw Rupert Murdoch trending in the headlines I was initially excited for all the reasons you’d think, and ultimately disappointed for the same reason I’m disappointed every time it’s less than I’d hoped. Now go off about how much of a ghoul that makes
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I’m still on vacation in sunny Brussels, home of the famous sprout (as well as a couple of even tastier food items) so I don’t have anything new and in depth for you this week, but lying in hotel beds with a laptop on my chest always brings
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Can it be a coincidence that the three men currently vying for joint custody of the entire world each brand themselves with a single letter, and they happen to be the three worst letters on the Scrabble board? The answer is of course yes, it is a coincidence. But one
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Stu was the first person who subscribed to my newsletter. I desperately missed writing since my last paid gig as a columnist in 2019 and it was a reaction to something that Stu said on Twitter that made me want to get something off my chest in long form, so
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Hey have you noticed that some really crazy shit is happening with QAnon, the pro Trump conspiracy, uh, community? The group that started off with the claim that Hillary Clinton was eating children in the basement of a pizza shop and then somehow managed to get crazier from there has