Speaking of Australians, I'm getting to the point of physically murdering those two Twunts from the Foster's adverts.
The very idea that they can gatecrash a posh party on a yacht and for Holly Valance to have a conversation with them is mind blowingly awful. Maybe it's different in Australia and posh people and celebrities like to mix with TB infected, lice covered, surf bum, white trash wankers who are about as funny as Cat Aids and anal cancer combined.
The irony / tragedy of these adverts is that they are supposed to be funny because Foster's are sponsoring comedy - and in many cases, good comedy.