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WORLD SERIES DEBATING

'THAT LAWYERS HAVE LOST THEIR APPEAL'


DATE: N/A
VENUE: World Congress Centre - Melbourne
CHAIRED BY: Campbell McComas
AFFIRMATIVE TEAM: Tim Ferguson (Team Captain); Lisbeth Gorr; David Lange
NEGATIVE TEAM: Penny Biggins (Team Captain); Ross Harper; Peter Moon


INTRODUCTION BY CAMPBELL MCCOMAS:
"For the Affirmative: Tim 'Phallonious' Ferguson (Team Captain)... Tim Ferguson has always been appealing. Visually, his baby-faced looks has seduced many a High Court Justice; and verbally, his bare-faced cheek has been the subject of massive and endless litigation, exhausting all the profits he was hoping to make from his current National Tour. While his fellow members of the Doug Anthony Allstars remain constantly behind bars, Tim props up the bars of theatres everywhere. To open the case for the Affirmative, That Lawyers Have Lost Their Appeal, Tim Ferguson."


TIM FERGUSON'S SPEECH:
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, honoured guests, members of the jury... m'lord... let's not mince words. Todays debate is not a game. It is a trial. And to prove that there is no hope whatsoever for the accused, Lisbeth Gorr the splendiferous spunkrat of sport, and David Langey, the esteemed and steamy former Prime Minister of a country whose name eludes me at the moment... and myself, will present damning evidence that lawyers have indeed lost their appeal. They've lost their appeal, they've lost their way, they've lost their sense of justice, and one of them has lost their BMW keys... (takes set of keys out of pocket and throws them off the side of the stage).. forever.

Now the only contention our team has with todays topic is that we don't believe lawyers had any appeal in the first place. Let's just look at the great triumphs of lawyers over the years... To start with, the trial and jailing of Nelson Mandela. That was a good one. The trial and burning at the stake of Joan of Arc, was a crackling good time... The Spanish Inquisiton... and of course, the Guildford Four.. Lawyers lied and cheated to accuse them of IRA crimes they did not commit. Good God people, Daniel Day Lewis nearly died.

Lawyers have lost all kinds of appeal throughout the years. Chiefly, they've lost their financial appeal. I mean, lawyers they're just like prostitutes. They charge like wounded bulls, they never refuse a client, the only difference is there's less heavy lifting involved. And every day, lawyers don't just laugh their way to the bank, they sing, they dance, they click their heels, they do cartwheels, handstands - Mind you, no handstands from the kilt-wearers in the opposition this evening, there are children present. Lawyers have rigged the law in their favour. Bad lawyers go to Parliament where they make bad laws. This way good lawyers can make a fortune unravelling the bad laws, this can go on for centuries, and it has.

Lawyers have lost their legal appeal. Family lawyers organise divorces. Business lawyers sue other businesses out of business. Criminal lawyers defend murderous theives and cutthroats. When Charles Manson was accused of vicious atrocities that he happily confessed to, it was a lawyer that leapt up and said: 'What's he done? Nothing!' That's because lawyers are liars.

Lawyers of course have lost their medical appeal. It's true, lawyers are just plain bad for your health. Christopher Skase was fine, very healthy. He had a half hour lunch with his lawyers, next thing you know the poor bugger's in a wheelchair acting like Darth Vader sucking oxygen out of a tank. Alan Bond was a bloody genius! His mates used to call him Brainman, half an hour with the lawyers - (clicks his fingers) Rainman. (Rainman impersonation) The were 42 matches in the box, I can't recall a thing, I can't recall a thing. And, of course, the whole country is watching John Elliot's health with great interest.

Lawyers, of course, have lost their sex appeal. I think it's going to be a long time before we see Cosmopolitan's: 'Luscious Lustbuckets of the Law' Calender. Monday: Whoahoa.. here he comes now girls, sexy Rumpold of the Baileys shake it Rumpy, bit of rumpy pumpy there. Tuesday: Hold yourselves back, Frank Gelbelly's potbelly... mmm, nice rubbing there... Wednesday: Sexy pics of Judge X saying: 'there's nothing wrong with wearing wigs and frocks and hanging 'round in men's clubs.' Sure, Judge, unless you live in Tasmania. Thursday: Star of the Pelican Brief, Miss Julia Roberts. Ahh, I suppose you could call her sexy, if you liked the shocked whippet look. Myself, I think Humphrey Bear would have been better in the role. At least he keeps his trap shut. Friday: Tom Cruise, star of The Firm. The Firm... hmm.. if Tom's IVF program is anything to go by, he's anything but. It's gotta hurt a little. And then on Saturday, we have sexy Chris Murphy. Hot. Not! And Sunday, Janus. Now, of course, in the fabulous ABC production about lawyers called Janus, we see what scumbag and filth lawyers really are. Now, they actually wanted to call Janus something more appropriate, but the ABC legal department... kicked up a stink, of course, so they kept the original name, and just tacked on a 'J'. And of course, the idea of having the character Janus given the first name of Hugh was ruled out in a similar fashion. Are you with me, Australia, are you with me?? Yes, they're catching on.

Speaking of sex, of course, it's been said a thousand times: the only difference between a sperm and a lawyer is the sperm has a one in five hundred thousand chance of becoming a human being.

Now I can see some people actually looking at members of our team and thinking 'wait a second, Lisbeth Gorr... wasn't she a lawyer before she became a goddess, and David Langey, wasn't he a lawyer before he became a Prime Minister..?' Well, you're quite right, Libby was a lawyer. And the shame of her crimes left her a wreck. A physical and spiritual weakling barely able to even pick up a pencil! And David Langey was a lawyer, but that was only in New Zealand, where the only crook are the ones you use to haul the sheep closer. My colleagues have reformed, they have reformed. It is from them that you will hear terrible tales of the skullduggery of the law, and it is from our team that you will learn the eternal lesson: Lib (gestures at Lisbeth Gorr), Langey (gestures at David Langey), and Prosper (makes Star Trek hand sign).

You, my friends, must decide today what we are to do with these culpable culprits of the law, with those pusillanimous pirates of perdition, those pompous predators of the poor and pathetic, those pious and preposterous perpetrators of palpable poppycock, those perverse and peevish pickpockets whose prime principle is 'pump up the payment or piss off!' They're nothing more, nothing more than a prancing pack of ponces, a pitiful and putrid pestilence, a pungent pageant of pernitrous, patronising popinjays and purple poxy parapertanic pricks!

Today, my friends, you are the Judge, the Jury and the Executioner. We have no doubt that you will decide that lawyers have indeed lost their appeal. But you may also decide that lawyers are not guilty. And you may be right. Afterall, they'd need a conscience to feel guilty."


TIM FERGUSON'S REBUTTAL:
"Well. I have to say, I've been conferring with my lawyers in the corner there... (robotic voice) and my mind has gone completely blank. I can't remember a thing, I didn't keep any notes, I didn't keep any books, and I've developed a fear of flying.

But some things do stick in my mind like some of the wussiest, trashy, gutless arguments I've ever heard in my life! Good Lord people! First we had wussy argument number one from Penny Biggins QC. My God, yes of course, I've been looking at it the wrong way! Lawyers are luscious, lovely, gentle people, they're like human doonas! It's absolutely true, and Bronwyn Bishop is a spunk, and Iraq is peaceful and Danni Minogue has a lot of talent. And Elizabeth Taylor, is still a virgin.

Then, of course, we had wuss argument number two from Rrrrross Harper. The last Tory in Scotland. Ross, no wonder you came out here, the Conservatives aren't too popular in the north. You didn't manage to bring a translation, did you, because, frankly, I couldn't understand a word you were saying, I'm sure it was lovely, it's just that Esperanto hasn't quite taken off in Australia yet, but you give us some time... Mind you, we all love the kilt, I mean you look fantastic there. I'm sure everyone across the nation, across the globe is wondering what you've got under there. It's got to be a shorty. There's only one Langey in this room, and he's on our side. And just between you and me, Rrrrross, argh (insert unintelligble words) yer Macleans are showing... (bends to look under desk) and that's not all.... But frankly, your story about the jail didn't quite terrify me. 'Six foot two, eyes of blue.' Well, (indicates self) Six foot three, I'm quite horny... and Campbell better run aweeee... Settle down, you're becoming a mob.

Then we had wussy, conservative argument number three from Peter Moon QC. Now you may not know this but Peter is, in fact, a professional debater. That's right people, you look cheated. Peter is in this for the money. He doesn't believe the claptrap he's been coming out with. The simple fact is that no-one on our side is accepting a red cent for being here today (looks at team, who look guilty).

I've just actually remembered, there is an international law conference happening right here in the World Congress Centre, is there not? That's right, there are over a thousand lawyers in this building right now. Which probably explains why I saw a bloke outside with a wig and a gown with his foot in a pile of dog poo going: I'm melting, I'm melting. And as I look around this room now, I see that the place is riddled with lawyers. Yes, those who don't want to clap at the front are just jiggling their BMW keys. Good Lord, the first time in human history when lawyers finally get to be judged before the people and they try to rig it. Well, I think I speak for all people in Australia, when I say to all the lawyers in the room: Make like a duck with a rash, and stick your bill up your butt. And if you don't like that you can sue me!

Camp-bell, ring your damn bell. The Prosecution rests."


THE DEBATE WAS AWARDED TO THE AFFIRMATIVE TEAM.