Life is increasingly insane. Nothing makes sense. Everything is chaos, and we're all just expected to keep on going? The planet is on fire, money is imaginary, we are ruled over by a moronic class of preening narcissists, but every day you're just meant to go to work and come home and pretend you don't notice that we're being gouged at every corner and there are fewer and fewer Arnott's shapes in every packet. Unrelated to all this, Michael Hing is developing a brand new hour of comedy.