Tom Sainsbury

We get it, Liv.

You've got low self-esteem.

And then we've got Sharon Casey.

Sharon's done radio, she's done TV, she's done podcast.

The only thing she hasn't done at this stage is anything of quality.

She's built a brand on being relatable, but let's face it, Sharon Casey is too much information personified.

And finally, we've got our host, Reece Matheson.

Reece has been on Seven Days more than any other guest comedian, but no one ever recognises him.

I mean, look at him.

When he's out in public, people presume he's a wild man re-entering society after living in the bush for 20 years, living off wild pork and puha.

Trim that bed, mate.

And then there's me, Tom Sainsbury, or as most people refer to me, the comedian you hire when Chris Parker is unavailable.

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Or worse yet, wait, isn't that wife murderer Mark Lundy before the prison weight loss?

But now it's time to address the elephant in the room, and I'm not referencing the room around James Mustapik's downstairs area.

It's these show ponies, Clint Roberts and Brie Thomasil.

First of all, there's Brent and Clee individually.

Brie Thomasil, who's never looked as good as she did in her white capri pants for her Women's Day shoot, which we've seen before.

Can we see it, Claude, one more time?

Fantastic.