Here's a suggestion for the MacPisstaker on his jolly to Western Australia (no further, mind).
Take a trip to one of these little outback towns that have just the one pub with a name like... I don't know... Koala Creek Hotel. Act the prick in there, shoving cameras in people's faces, and do your stupid thumbnails when you're presented with your barracuda and chips. Why? Because I would love to see some big Aussie bloke take offence to you.
Instead though you'll probably stand outside the pub with some toothless bloke in a vest and tell us, "Right my friends, this is Trevor, he lives in Narrabarra Creek and he watches the channel. Would you like to say a few words"? Trevor pipes up, "G'day, yeah I watch this whinging Pom as Aussie TV is tit, and my IQ is really low. Anyway subscribe to this legend because he really has brightened up my dull life".
I'd be really happy though if Big Bob in the pub takes a dislike to the clown. Film that MacMuppet, film that. Such a pity you're not taking Geoff Doesn't Buy Food (due to what's in it) with you.