Like a persistent cough, Flacco sporadically materialises across the thonglines of Australian culture. His primal yawp has clogged the airwaves, his pliant but poignant countenance continues to grace our television screens. He has trodden the boards on both the left and right ends of the continent.
With neither teeth nor hair, this queer anomaly has perplexed audiences across the planet. In England, he has been described as the Salvador Dali of comedy. In Scotland, a cross between Daffy Duck and Franz Kafka. In Canada, the love child of Pee-Wee Herman and the Mayor of Munchkin. And in those United States, the Davy Crockett of comedy.
In Australia, he remains, and always will be, a boiled egg on stilts.
This compilation of graphic eccentricities, meant to amuse and confound the neutral pathways of a nation, is the same book as last year, with eight more pics and a new cover!
