@swiftimage
"...and he's not even in the banking racket". 🤣
@johnferguson4089
I wish they'd re-run these on TV, they're still relevant.
@streetsociology814
"Big, industrial strength printers, big like a bofours gun, all facing the window" Underrated line that
@df4250
I absolutely love these two guys. Never has there been a more accurate description of the bullshit that goes on in Economic circles. Rest in peace John Clarke - if anyone ever told it the way it is, it was you and your great colleague, Bryan Dawe. I miss your shows.
@KevinSimmons8888
"All facing the window..." These guys crack me up in the small details!
@A-Duck
"And everything is connected to everything else, isn't it?" "In economics I'm afraid that is the global fear right at the moment" Almost slipped by unnoticed, what a great line lol
@Rico11B-82ndABN
"have you ever heard of Rumpelstiltskin"... OMG, I melted onto the floor when he said that. That was pure gold!!!
@baddog5936
2019 and they are still printing.
@elloco1996
I'm Dutch and had never heard of these guys ... looked them up, and found out John Clarke had passed before I visited Oz. They're absolutely brilliant, so I've a load of catching up to do!
@garyquinlan4075
John Clarke was a giant among comedians. The fact that in making us laugh he was not that far from reality among bureaucrats and big business is incedible
@mastod0n1
"He's not even in the banking racket" Subtle, quick line but calling it a racket is so true
@EAFSQ9
rest in peace, John Clarke. Kiwis and Aussies will miss you mate
@SIMONLOWE-rh2hm
When the truths so easy to comprehend. Nobody gets it!!! Pure Gold. Thanks for this 🤑
@stationsixtyseven67
I'm actually ashamed that I'd never heard of these two comedy geniuses. WHY?!
@gc33
RIP John Clarke... Brilliant comedy...
@yugeshh
Here goes Rumpelstiltskin
Once there was a miller who was poor, but who had a beautiful daughter. Now it happened that he had to go and speak to the king, and in order to make himself appear important he said to him, "I have a daughter who can spin straw into gold."
The king said to the miller, "That is an art which pleases me well, if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to-morrow to my palace, and I will put her to the test."
And when the girl was brought to him he took her into a room which was quite full of straw, gave her a spinning-wheel and a reel, and said, "Now set to work, and if by to-morrow morning early you have not spun this straw into gold during the night, you must die."
Thereupon he himself locked up the room, and left her in it alone. So there sat the poor miller's daughter, and for the life of her could not tell what to do, she had no idea how straw could be spun into gold, and she grew more and more frightened, until at last she began to weep.
But all at once the door opened, and in came a little man, and said, "Good evening, mistress miller, why are you crying so?"
"Alas," answered the girl, "I have to spin straw into gold, and I do not know how to do it."
"What will you give me," said the manikin, "if I do it for you?"
"My necklace," said the girl.
The little man took the necklace, seated himself in front of the wheel, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three turns, and the reel was full, then he put another on, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three times round, and the second was full too. And so it went on until the morning, when all the straw was spun, and all the reels were full of gold.
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By daybreak the king was already there, and when he saw the gold he was astonished and delighted, but his heart became only more greedy. He had the miller's daughter taken into another room full of straw, which was much larger, and commanded her to spin that also in one night if she valued her life. The girl knew not how to help herself, and was crying, when the door opened again, and the little man appeared, and said, "What will you give me if I spin that straw into gold for you?"
"The ring on my finger," answered the girl.
The little man took the ring, again began to turn the wheel, and by morning had spun all the straw into glittering gold.
The king rejoiced beyond measure at the sight, but still he had not gold enough, and he had the miller's daughter taken into a still larger room full of straw, and said, "You must spin this, too, in the course of this night, but if you succeed, you shall be my wife."
Even if she be a miller's daughter, thought he, I could not find a richer wife in the whole world.
When the girl was alone the manikin came again for the third time, and said, "What will you give me if I spin the straw for you this time also?"
"I have nothing left that I could give," answered the girl.
"Then promise me, if you should become queen, to give me your first child."
Who knows whether that will ever happen, thought the miller's daughter, and, not knowing how else to help herself in this strait, she promised the manikin what he wanted, and for that he once more spun the straw into gold.
And when the king came in the morning, and found all as he had wished, he took her in marriage, and the pretty miller's daughter became a queen.
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A year after, she brought a beautiful child into the world, and she never gave a thought to the manikin. But suddenly he came into her room, and said, "Now give me what you promised."
The queen was horror-struck, and offered the manikin all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her the child. But the manikin said, "No, something alive is dearer to me than all the treasures in the world."
Then the queen began to lament and cry, so that the manikin pitied her.
"I will give you three days, time," said he, "if by that time you find out my name, then shall you keep your child."
So the queen thought the whole night of all the names that she had ever heard, and she sent a messenger over the country to inquire, far and wide, for any other names that there might be. When the manikin came the next day, she began with Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar, and said all the names she knew, one after another, but to every one the little man said, "That is not my name."
On the second day she had inquiries made in the neighborhood as to the names of the people there, and she repeated to the manikin the most uncommon and curious. Perhaps your name is Shortribs, or Sheepshanks, or Laceleg, but he always answered, "That is not my name."
On the third day the messenger came back again, and said, "I have not been able to find a single new name, but as I came to a high mountain at the end of the forest, where the fox and the hare bid each other good night, there I saw a little house, and before the house a fire was burning, and round about the fire quite a ridiculous little man was jumping, he hopped upon one leg, and shouted -
'To-day I bake, to-morrow brew,
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the next I'll have the young queen's child.
Ha, glad am I that no one knew
that Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.'"
You may imagine how glad the queen was when she heard the name. And when soon afterwards the little man came in, and asked, "Now, mistress queen, what is my name?"
At first she said, "Is your name Conrad?"
"No."
"Is your name Harry?"
"No."
"Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?"
"The devil has told you that! The devil has told you that," cried the little man, and in his anger he plunged his right foot so deep into the earth that his whole leg went in, and then in rage he pulled at his left leg so hard with both hands that he tore himself in two.
@mickhiggins9779
OMG still so relevant to these current global times. I can stop laughing. The delivery of such 'simple' lines is pure genius.
@precedent5
possibly both the funniest and most depressing/enlightening video I've watched all year...
@musicwelikemang
I miss Clarke & Dawe. Some of the most intelligent comedy in Australian history
@evilotis01