Comedian, writer and broadcaster Wil Anderson was the formerco-host of Triple J's Breakfast show, one of Australia's few trulynational brekkie radio gigs, and former host of ABC-TVs cult hit The Glass House.
However, he is probably still best known as one of Australia'sgreatest live stand-up comedians, selling out theatres across thecountry. His ease on stage is a disarming front for intelligentmaterial that ranges from personal to pop to politics. He has alsoperformed at the Melbourne Comedy Festival and the AdelaideFringe Festival, and in 1999 was nominated for the Perrier BestNewcomer Award at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, returningsince to much critical acclaim.
Wil writes the 'Sunday Roast' column for the Sunday Magazine(Sunday Telegraph and Herald-Sun). He has also been a columnistfor The Australian, Melbourne Extra (1998-99) and The Big Issue(1997), and is one of Australia's most accomplished corporateperformers. He currently hosts the successful Wil & Lehmo showon Triple M.
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Survival of the Dumbest
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Survival of the Dumbest is based on a selection of Wil Anderson's'Sunday Roast' columns in the Sunday Magazine, which appearsin the Sunday Telegraph and the Sunday Herald-Sun.
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Anderson, Wil, 1974.
Survival of the dumbest.
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For Amy
The smartest thing I have ever done.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'mnot sure about the former. Albert Einstein
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
G'day folks,
Most of the words in this book first appeared in my 'Sunday Roast'column in the Sunday Magazine in the Sunday Telegraph and SundayHerald-Sun. (Wow, that's a whole lot of Sundays.)
So first and foremost I'd like to thank Jodi Scott for giving mea blank page and a hell of a lot of creative freedom, and moreimportantly for answering all the complaint letters from nannaswho didn't like my toilet humour and wanted to know what a'Shannon Noll' was.
Also, a massive shout-out to my long-suffering editor Jo Hawkinswho knows that I'm truly at my most creative when trying tothink up excuses for why my copy isn't in on time... yet again.
Thanks to Jane Palfreyman at Random House who gave methe opportunity to turn the columns into a book, and to NadineDavidoff who actually did all the hard work. Seriously folks, I justprovided the ingredients, she is the real chef here.
A massive thanks must also go to my amazing managementteam at Token, and all the guys behind the scenes at The GlassHouse and Triple J who rearranged their schedules, and lives, onthose days when 'I really had to finish my column'.
To my family, firstly Mum and Dad for being amazinglysupportive when their son told them he wanted to throw awaya perfectly respectable career and tell dick jokes for cash, andmore importantly for not suing for the things I've said, and oftenexaggerated, about them in this book.
And, of course, to Amy, Tip and Diego, you guys are my life. Thank you for forgiving me all the afternoons and evenings whereyou wanted to do something fun but I had to write some moreknob jokes about Warnie.
On that note, thanks must also go to Shane, Russell, Heath,Shannon, Eddie, John, Mark and Kim, for all those weeks whenI had nothing, and you did something. I really couldn't have donethis without you.
And, finally, to you guys. Thanks for watching, listening andreading my stuff over the years. You have given me a life that afarm boy from Heyfield never could have dared dream of.
I hope that in return along the way you've have a few laughs.After all, that's why I do it... well that, and I have no other skillsand a hideous mortgage.
Cheers,
Wil. x
ONE
SURVIVAL OF THE DUMBEST
Sometimes I think we have stopped evolving as a human race. Ifyou need evidence simply read the instructions on the back ofalmost anything you buy.
I purchased a packet of peanuts the other day, and just readingthe labelling made me despair for humanity.
First it was the big bold letters that said: 'Warning, may containtraces of nuts' well duh but it was the second line that reallypushed me over the edge.
It simply read: 'Instructions, open packet, eat nuts'. Phew, luckythey put that there, I was going to stick them up my butt and thenask someone to pull my finger and do my impression of a pokermachine paying out.
But it's not just nuts that have gone nuts. I bought a glass biscuitjar the other day, and it came with instructions. Think about that. Instructions. I'm sorry, but if you need instructions to open a jar,I don't think you should be trusted with glass.
Is there truly anyone who looks at a jar with a lid on it andthinks: 'But how do I get the bikkies in there? It must be somekind of combination, or magic trick. Damn, I wish this thing hadinstructions.'
Maybe the people who need that kind of help are also thosewho buy the deodorant I use. The one that has the warning onthe back in big letters that says: 'Do not spray in eyes!'
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Okay, here's my first question... who has sweaty eyes? What morongets up in the morning and thinks: 'Gee my eyes stink... ow, ow,ow there should be a warning!'
I don't mean to sound harsh, but if you need that warning,you're too stupid to read it. (Especially if you have previouslysprayed deodorant in your eyes.)
You think that warning is stupid? I got some sleeping pills foran overseas flight once, and on the packet it said: 'Warning, maycause drowsiness!'
Really? Well I'd better have a couple of cups of coffee and someRed Bull to take the edge off then.
That's like having a packet of Aspirin that reads: 'Warning, mayrelieve the symptoms of a headache' or a packet of Viagra thatsays 'Warning, may cause Grandpa to chase Grandma around thekitchen table.'
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