You can stuff your Crocodile Dundees. Barry is streets ahead. He is the ultimate master of taking the piss. Although it's very Australian, I think anyone with a sense of humour and who hates politicians will enjoy the little extract below.
Barry Humphries is also extraordinarily polite, civilised and forgiving, as I learned when I met him some years ago in Sydney. My genial host - not Barry, but a friend called Michael Ball who took me to Barry's for dinner - had filled me up with good wine in advance. He must have regretted his hospitality ever since.
I behaved appallingly as I recall, trying (I feel ashamed just thinking about it) to make an impression and, God help me, maybe even flirt with the beautiful lady next to me. Not a good move: she was Barry's wife.
He said nothing about my antics, just carried on talking in the most entertaining way you can imagine. A gentleman and scholar - but what a boor I was.
This was the second most embarrassing evening I can recall, but I have a queasy feeling that there have been others I don't.
The most awful one involved The Duke of Edinburgh and David Ogilvy. I will save that for another time.