Steve is one of those comedians that genuinely gets funnier every time I hear him. Just absolutely LOVE this guy!

Honestly my favourite comedian in the world, hilarious, truthful and to the point. Most naturally funny guy I've ever watched. He needs a new special. Hope he's doing better health wise aswell.

Steve Hughes absolute legend.

there is too little footage of this genius!! i need more

We need more from Steve... Sooo funny

I just stumbled across this guy. Its gonna be a late nite. Ive been laughing for the last hour. Im in love

Steve Hughes, Jimmy Carr, Bill Burr, Dave Chapelle, Tim Minchin these are my go to comedians. I've heard a lot of Steve's stuff and he has never once failed to make me laugh.

I may be an addict, but you sir are a thief. Haha best line

So happy I’ve had the pleasure to see him live! Small gig in Leeds, he was incredible

He’s so brilliant, intelligent. One of the best around and fairly underrated

Very few left in the world like Steve. He’s ridiculously funny and witty and a realist. Would love to attend one of his gigs. Coming to Tassie anytime soon Stevie boy? 👍

' Where's ya boy? ' Bali!

We need more of him mate he is fricken' hilarious.

Love the content keep it coming Steve need a good laugh 😂

Just discovered this guy...fucking brilliant...speaks my language 🤣

Just thinking this morning I've not had my fix..n there you are...ding..ding ..ding..🤣🤣🤣👍

This was tight as. Great work again, Steve.

Thank you Steve for sharing this. One of the best moves I've made is subscribing to your channel. Within minutes of receiving the notification of your new post I was roaring with laughter! Keep 'em coming and please do a new show.

Great to see more Steve stuff on youtube. I've been watching the same old clip for years but I gotta tell ya when I went to Amsterdam I bought a bag of ice in his honor

Great comedien. Keep it up from Ireland

Steve is on fire! Love this guy!!!

This guy is pure gold

The guy is a comic hero. I was going to say genius but he covered that topic brilliantly I might add.

Great as usual!

Ding ding ding!!!Briliant! Love it!

"How do you drive in Sydney?" Motorcycle with a flip plate 😉

Great set!

Legend. Love this guy.

Always good!

So good to see you do new (to me) stuff! You remind me of the great voices of comedy, who I consider to be, Hicks, Carlin, Prior, and before that, Lenny Bruce. I can't give you a bigger compliment than that.

Brilliant!!

6 minutes, jesus, How has he not been recognised as one of the worlds top comedians yet?. I mean I know he’s a metal guy and probably likes being a bit underground, but there’s been lots of very well known comedians who never betrayed themselves.

Bloody great comedian, and brings the same madness to the drum kit. Anyone who hasn't heard Slaughter Lord's 'Taste of Blood' (+all their reh/demo stuff) or all Nazxul's output in the 90s ('Totem' drumming is insane) should head to those videos right after this one. You can see his violence on the live Mortal Sin video too ('Face of Mayhem') Enjoy!

Love you Steve!!

How can “ding ding” make me laugh so hard? 😅

One my all time favourite comedians brilliant

Brilliant

No Steve, you’ve been brilliant!

So good.

The 'black magic' of Steves comedy is much appreciated.

Give this guy a netflix special already!

Spent 2 days watching steve Hughes, he points on the truth on everything. People laugh ither nervously or because he had the balls to point out the truth and people loved it. Comedians get away with it but the rest of us are now in full blown cancel culture.

Pissing myself the whole way ! Onya Hughesy !!

This guy is brilliant.

Dont you have Big Issues from Comedy store on video? Easy the best show ive ever heard

All Australians who have lived in the U.k always turn out to he the best.

The mans a legend 😂 ✌

Legend Aussie comedian.

the song!

Steve, please come to Montreal!!!

The best of the best 👍✌️

Just found you Steve and you remind me George Carlin. Keep it coming.

Simply on principle.

💖💖✌🏼

Ha Ha Ha. SO funny; he's a legend.

Back on form..

Everyone: clap Australians: beng ye hends tegethah

🏁

I miss him.

Hardest blast of comedy ever.

Facts‼️😂😂😂

Should have netflix special.. too good!!!

LEGENG!!

Australia’s best

Fair Dinkum funny af 🍻😆

🎯🎯🎯🇦🇺

Ding ding ding ding ding

Is he still performjng????

S.O.S. part 3. I was so tired and scared as I was crossing the country I started realizing it wasn't the same. I saw damage to all the waters and trees even. Cities would seem empty then not. I had never been to B.C. but I never expected to see the damage I saw there. The Pacific ocean seemed dead and it was bizarre there. There was alot of drama and problems on the way there. I stopped on my way back to a place called Kapuskasing in Ontario. The place was empty. The guy I met offered me a place to stay, of course again it was weird. He offered to take me to the next town but drove me to a place first where I was getting nervous. We walked through a forest and along some train tracks. I saw two guys in a boat on the water, one old guy was standing up. We walked to an area where there was very old boathouses and the water was black. There was a van parked there that was almost the same as a guy I knew for years named Angelo who gave it to me when I was homeless but it had weird problems, like a long screw that was hanging down just above the road behind the gas tank. It had random electrical problems and I had to get rid of it. The van that was there was empty and had a trailer attached. As we were walking back through the woods I heard a gunshot in the distance to the right of us in the forest, not behind where those boaters were. It was weird. Everywhere I was hitchhiking no one was acknowledging anything. I tried filming it on previous phones then my phones would either start messing up or the footage would seem changed. Even when I tried to record myself the bottom half of my face looked long and weird. I think they were changing my looks so they could change my words. I couldn't take pictures that didn't get changed or blurred. I couldn't get help or answers, I still don't. There's many things that are bizarre about what happened but it all really seemed to be contrived to involve me. Even when I was young. I could never figure out why my foster parents were so abusive from out of nowhere. They'd tear me down alot behind closed doors and then say nice things in public. I had never dealt with anything like that before. I lived with my mom who loved me when I was young. I was bullied alot everywhere I'd go when I moved in with that family. I ended up in grouphomes, there was alot of dramas there as well. Alot of my stuff gets ripped off no matter where I go. For eighteen years almost I lived on Barker Ave. in Toronto, and worked in that vicinity most of those years, I realized later how unknown I might be because of that. When my life fell apart the whole neighbourhood went nuts, lots moved away, customers I served at the Beerstore pretended not to know me. Many I didn't recognize started appearing in neighbourhood and I was made homeless and many strangers would harass me. I got beat up by teenagers recently and couldn't fight back because I felt already they were trying to get me in trouble and they were young. The whole plaza watched and did nothing. They took my bag but dropped it and took my phone. The cops later returned it. I got a letter saying one got probation, but the letter coincidentally had my social worker's name from welfare on the letter as her probation officer. I've never heard of them putting that kind of information on letters to victims before anyway. I think they've been hitting my head on purpose for many times in my life, I think it has something to do with whatever they did to my head. I think it might be able to be considered attempted murder, but no one cares about anything. Any time I tried to forget about my problems and have beers and listen to music there would be strangers with their phones pointed at me and sometimes I'd film myself since I had no one to talk to. I think they wanted it to look like I was having a good time. They isolated me, I had no one to talk to and they'd swarm around me with cars and make faces or point their phones at me or even threaten me. Some would make gun gestures with their hands. I got picked up by a guy and when I was getting out I saw the muzzle of a rifle in the back seat. Some would drive by in droves and point or nod at me as I walked past as though they were identifying me. I knew none of them that I could see. They would mock me, I didn't know them. I had no one to talk to, still don't. It's been eight years. I'd start yelling at the traffic or to myself, I still do sometimes when I think about how unfair my life is and was.

G'day mate. I saw a clip of slaughter lord on fukn rage. Probably 30+ years ago. Did you save any music? Thrash til death bro.

$47 for a pouch of 25g Champion Ruby Legendary, over %75 tax as of 2019. Because they care right?

Please do a special... @netflix

Ding ding ding hahahahahhaua

😂😂😂

(Someone changed the word 'lied' to the word 'lies' so I changed it back.) S.O.S part 4. On my travels I tried calling Alex sometimes, my ex- husband, but I knew for awhile he didn't love me and I stopped loving him. I realized about the many ways he deceived me. The many shitty things he did and how he didn't care when I went to the streets. They did something weird to me at a show I was invited to. I ended up with a venereal disease somehow but wasn't sleeping with Alex and didn't cheat on him either. Doctors were giving me exams but I don't trust any of them. I started to notice something wrong but never thought it was possible because I wasn't with anyone. Then the drama a with the pigs that started hitting on me and the homelessness while strangers filmed me meeting strange guys when they'd offer me a place to stay. There doctors gave me a clean bill of health but I kept insisting something was wrong. That's how the hospital managed to do something to me. She used a solution for the PAP that burned me and my period faded after that. I still had feminine problems though. I wrote and I wrote about it I was becoming so desperate. A doctor in the area fixed me but lied and said it was ‘'Vaginosis’. Never heard of it. It's not true. Somehow, either when I was drugged at that show I was invited to, or one of the exams I was given a V.D. I slept with one guy about a year after I was homeless. It felt horrible and I was lonely and it felt manipulated. I think that might have been set-up to justify whatever was done to me. That's only one of many sick and demented problems I had to deal with after my divorce and made homeless. No one said sorry you're getting divorced, no one acted as though anything was unusual. I got threatened at a few places I rented unprovoked. I called the cops once and they said there was nothing they would do and asked if I was banging him. I asked if they were even real cops for asking such a question. I was put on the streets again. This city became a joke. Police station division numbers started changing, I saw a car with the number 69 on it. That I have never seen before. No one would talk to me, not even as I was sitting in parking lots wondering what was happening. The few who did talk to me almost always said or did something weird and implicative, I'd always realize later. One guy I was buying weed from started yelling out loud unprovoked “Get off it!” And I realized later it would make it seem like he's trying to tell me to get off heavy drugs, which I didn't deliberately use. One place I stayed I left my coffee whitener and when I used it it numbed my tongue. I confronted the guy I rented from and he insisted no one but him came into the apartment, but I started noticing my belongings were being routed through and sometimes damaged. The second time I stayed with him and his supposed wife I left my belongings on the balcony. It happened less after I did that. Places I'd stay they'd do weird things to my food. I'm a vegetarian now and I'd either find my vegetables frozen or rotten. One guy unplugged all the appliances and refused me to use any of them, unprovoked. I tried to go to the police station in Sturgeon Falls and the cop said he couldn't do anything. They did not seem professional. The secretary looked like a tramp and the cop was talking weird and playing with his ring sometimes. It was after that I tried to call the RCMP with no help. If someone says their life has been threatened, cops are supposed to help. One time I was sleeping in the park by Wal-Mart, the electric field behind there, I was under a tarp in the rain, exhausted so I decided I'd just set-up there and sleep for a while. Cops drove across the park, started being forceful almost immediately and slammed my head into the ground. Considering what I think I know about what's in my head after what Kathy gave me, I think they're all trying to hurt me. I think they hope they'll tear the membrane around my brain and kill me.

What type of milk does a sloth with a lisp drink? L:actose free.

Peter Sellers's and John Turturro's lovechild😀

My favourite comidein

When he says STAY AT HOME

Never thought he’d cut his hair

The intro music sounds like Mario's about to be interviewed on Letterman

Fucken aye

Best joke ever

Great bloke to get drunk with

Is this a Fake (Not Steve Hughes Channel?)

"Fuck the school zone," teach them to respect the road..

Very funny! Question though, the woman on the bottom right, what on earth is she looking at the whole time? It certainly isn't you! Haha

S.O.S Part 2 It wasn't until after I realized that the water across this country had been damaged. I was getting swarmed by traffic, threatened by gestures and harassed by traffic. No one ever said why. The fact that family and friends allowed what happened to me to happen made me realize they never were, but it's so big that they wouldn't even let me reach real cops, not even a real human right's representative. I'm still going to try to find help. I think that Kathy having my identification might have been doing things and hurting others with my name. Cops and the Service Ontario office I went to wouldn't acknowledge that my identification didn't match even though I had the same picture taken on the same day for both. One cop said they slightly looked different, and again I tried to tell him they were supposed to be the same picture. They've been violating my rights most of my life and no matter what I try I can't access normal internet or phone calls. I'm not going to stop writing, as bizarre as it seems, until someone verbalizes the truth and explains to me. I think they deny me access to normal people and have convinced them I'm being isolated legally, but I'm not. No one tells me anything. I haven't had any kind of answers nor representation all these years I've been getting terrorized and harassed. They've done many disgusting things to me. I think they block my phone and my internet so that real people don't hear what I'm trying to say. I'm scared for my health still and my life and I have been alone and lonely for eight years without honest explanation as to why. They are violating my human rights all the time and for some reason are able to. I won't shut up. I won't let these things lie about who I am. I don't have a big nose like Kathy, I never had blond hair like she did and I never get fat, and I usually was dark, even through most of the winter, until lately. She says she's Cree Indian, but she's always been pale. My hair gets damaged for no reason. It did with my husband and I couldn't understand why. I woke up to a waterfall of split ends in my hair and had to look for a hairdresser that would help me. Two places said they wanted to cut my hair right off. That's when I found Jackie, an asian lady working in a black salon who offered to trim the ends of my hair.I think they put peroxide in my products sometimes. My hair is damaged again now. I think they do so because I have brown hair and Kathy had more reddish hair the last time I saw her, and she didn't even have the decency to confront me and kicked me out unprovoked as I was trying to understand what was happening., I'm sure she'd say otherwise. They've damaged my face, my hair, my life, my reputation, they still don't say why, they still don't care about giving me the justice I deserve. I will try to go to the RCMP in person but if that doesn't work I will not give up looking for the help I deserve. They are cruel, they have been most of my life. My foster parents and sisters were very abusive. Before I even understood what was going on, I was on the streets and most were acting like they didn't know me. I've played live shows, I did customer service in this city many years and everyone acted as though they didn't know me and even walk past me without so much as a look, and total strangers would say they did know me. These things have not told me anything and these things deny me access to any justice or representation and what they're doing is not only cruel, it's unjust and illegal to make a woman live eight years in fear and not have one verbalized explanation. This is corruption. They still drug me sometimes somehow, maybe my cigarettes. I smoke weed, but I can feel dryness in my mouth after I smoke a cigarette. They tried to make me seem like I was whoring and forced me to hitchhike places after everyone I knew refused to help me. They made me hitchhike to see a place for rent from a shelter. Strange guys would offer me to stay with them and I was so exhausted that I'd take them up on the offer and of course they'd hit on me. I didn't sleep with them, but I'm sure they said I did. Most acted as though they knew me in ways though, or at least about me. Strange but I didn't know them, but I was sure they were deliberately around me offering me a place to stay, usually after traffic swarmed me and I slept in parks or even parkinglots for days at a time. No one around me offered me any verbalized help and when they did help me it usually made me look bad, like giving me money as I was getting out of their car, like I was whoring. It was cruel. All that time I still was thinking about why no one cared. All my so-called friends know who I am, knew I was a camper, knew I wasn't a drug addict and knew I had a husband (who turned out to be a phony), and knew I was employed for a long time but getting harassed constantly didn't tell me the truth nor help me how a real friend would. They've changed documents. They've changed dates and times of most of my paperwork and I've been so upset and my life has been in so much turmoil, usually a new problem and drama a day, that it was difficult to keep track of time. They've had me signing suspicious paperwork at shelters I was forced to stay at and my signature had been messed up since I went back to my maiden name. When I was twelve Kathy Rust asked me to cash cheques for her before we went to Calgary. When I got back I was charged with fraud but I never ratted on her. All my so-called friends know these stories and more and they won't even talk to me and they were very confrontational and seemed to try and reverse the blame. All my so-called friends that knew me from when I was fifteen years old knew that story. I'm not going to let them lie about me and I'm not going to be complacent just because after years of horrible abuse and terror I have an address now. I never should have had done to me what they did throughout my life. I know now that the Rusts and Kathy, most of my foster family and even those I thought were real parents are not what they ever should have been. I started realizing that a long time ago. I know people are not all people and some of us are truly slaves to nasty creatures who have egos that supercede their worth. Everything they've done to me is illegal and no one helps me. No one even talks to me. It's cruel and I think these things hope I'll fade away and everyone will believe their lies, even though many knew me. I think whatever they did to me was planned for a very long time, ever since Kathy took me to Calgary and even beforehand.

common death metal sense

Don't want a rotary clothesline in Tempe either unless you want the new free fashion trend in Punchy to become black acid wash thin leg jeans and red or blue flanno, yoga shorts and white stained ruffled singlet dresses.

What I started to write last week, as I have been trying to write for years on several phones. I noticed they had edited it already two days after I wrote it. S.O.S. part 1 My name is Lisa Hoffman, married to Alex Latychkevitch until my life fell apart. I was threatened and harassed and no one has explained anything for eight years and longer about what happened and why I'm being isolated and what happened to this country. When I was young my foster sister Kathy Rust took me to Calgary, had my identification and offered me a line of cocaine that burned my nose. My life since has been getting weirder and weirder until it all fell apart. I stopped doing heavy drugs in my early twenties and never really got that into it after my teens. I have been violated and threatened and no cop helped me in any genuine way. I have brown eyes, not green eyes like Kathy. I never have been fat and I never have had blond hair. I have had a scar on my belly since I was a kid and no one told me the truth about that. I have had a scar on my forehead since I was nineteen years old from a headbutt from an older 'guy' I was living with. All my photos have been damaged and changed and the scar has been erased. Almost all my paperwork has been changed. I have had strange traffic and behavior around me that no one wants to acknowledge. For almost eight years I have not watched the news and when I do see the news at subway or train stations or certain buisnesses, I don't see or hear anyone talking about the water or what happened to this country. I started having health problems before I was getting divorced and strange things appeared in my mucus and no doctor was honest, nor has been since. I put pictures of it on a site called ‘Contrail’ that no longer exists. I had an abusive childhood, I believe I've been isolated most of my life and surrounded by those who were never friends as they started lying about or not helping me when I was forced to the streets. Some of those I knew for over twenty years. I was travelling around trying to get answers, really upset, really scared. I've had my life threatened and when I tried to talk to cops they wouldn't help. I've had my life threatened more than once. They tried to make me seem like a drug addict and I'm sure they were drugging me in places I'd rent and if I was offered a beer or coffee. I think my foster sister did something to my head. I think my other foster sister didn't die the way they said she did. No one talks to me, no one confronts me. No doctor will be honest. I have tried to make phonecalls and my phones have been hacked. I was given several different numbers for the RCMP and tried to call a few times, I don't know if I'm really talking to real police. They don't seem to care when I say I've had my life threatened. They hacked my phones. They've done something horrible when I was divorcing my husband and I think they've convinced people I'm either responsible for the damaged waters I've seen, or what I think is something in the cocaine that damages people's minds. Doctors won't tell the truth. I've seen people have snot dripping from their nose and swaying in the streets and I've had similar problems, only not as bad so far. They wouldn't address my health problems at all in hospitals and recently they did something at Toronto General Hospital that stopped my period at forty three years old and haven't had one except for two months in the summer last year. They've sterilized me and won't acknowledge it. They wouldn't tell me the truth at any hospital, any cop station I've ever been to. Traffic was surrounding me when I was first homeless and someone in a white truck threw a bottle at my stomach as I was walking trying to figure out what happened. Those I thought were family didn't care at all, haven't most of my life, but I never expected what happened. I never expected the strange behavior and accusations that were being made about my life and personality. Friends started lying, I don't think many were real friends. I was working at the Beerstore for over six years before everything fell apart. I had a band, was finishing a CD, had finished a painting. Three of my best pieces of artwork was stolen and an unfinished piece. I was having belongings stolen and damaged everywhere I went. I had something terrifying happen in Midland where a boat and a helicopter was in front of me before I was made homeless and for some reason I started crying and put my hands up because I thought it had something to do with the phone in my hand that the female Anne-Marie St-Jean, who brought me up there had left me with. I thought I was in trouble but after that she pretended like nothing was wrong. She didn't even acknowledge the helicopter and mayhem that started then and just disappeared after it all happened. I think they made it seem like I was responsible for something and they were arresting me but never said anything about it. She offered me a coughdrop beforehand as we were driving up that made it so when I was trying to call for help to friends after that fiasco I could barely remember their number. She happened to be going up there for personal reasons after I was looking at places to rent on-line up there.

why the f isn't this guy bigger

With short hair he looks like the butler from Mr deeds

Ah, but what if you drive an old shit box like me & it doesn't have the ding ding?

00:37 😉

When I used to drive taxis, some of the drivers used to plug in the seat belt then sit on top of the belt. True story. They don't have to wear a seat belt for safety of the driver in case the passenger strangles them with the belt while driving. Who is dumb enough to strangle the person driving them?

Sometimes he looks a bit like an Australian John Turturro

I quit cocaine when no amount of money could buy any decent stuff that wasn't synthetic and tasted of hot ground teeth. Couldn't stand it. When the crack head on my shoulder said, after another pile of junk... Said, I've got another $100. For what? More crap? So I tore up my crack head membership card that day and haven't been back but one more try. Pissed me off when my face went numb and smoked a foilie only to be pissed cuz my throat and lungs went numb. Jeeze! Four hours till I could breath right. Haven't been back.

"Australia, oppressive - 2015" . Erm..

Steve I miss the long hair what happened