Many years ago I was 19, severely depressed and mildly anorexic.

Through friends, I met a minor Australian comedian (a term used loosely) on NYE. He was 37. I thought the attention was nice.

That night he forced himself on me, following me to bed. I was offered drugs and plied with alcohol. He tried to initiate sex multiple times despite me constantly saying no. I had no way out (or so I thought), so I made out with him to keep him happy. After he left in the morning he never spoke to me again, later telling a mutual friend that he “isn’t that sort of guy.”

This was 12 years ago. He is such a mediocre comedian but is constantly cast in things and celebrated for being an amazing writer. He isn’t. He’s a narcissistic sex pest.

I laughed today when I saw the news that he has been recast in [redacted], a terrible Australian version of a British classic. Here’s hoping it’s the first of many axings.