I've been thinking quite a bit about the satirist Chris Morris recently. First, More4 is repeating his brilliant Brass Eye mock-current affairs series, and secondly I bumped into him buying milk at my local shop. Now, I know for many people that Morris's brand of satire is too vicious, not close to the bone so much as cutting right through it then waving the severed remnants in the air. But if this country has one heir to Peter Cook, it's Morris.

Look, for instance, at his brilliant internet cut-up of one of George Bush's state of the nation addresses, at www.thesmokehammer.com. At the time it appeared a few years ago, before the invasion of Iraq, it was wildly amusing. With the benefit of hindsight, it has acquired the power of prophecy.

Morris worshippers, of whom there are many in internet land, convene and exchange snippets of gossip at chilled.cream.org. Rumours of current projects, including a Dad's Army-style take on suicide bombers, abound, and there's a great selection of radio clips from Morris's early shows on London's GLR.

Whatever you think about Morris, he's certainly not afraid to put himself about, as he did when he smuggled himself on to the daytime TV show The Time, the Place, posing as an expert in ancient sexual practices. The presenter John Stapleton listens with mounting incredulity until a producer reveals Morris's identity in Stapleton's earpiece.

It's a great piece of live TV, which the internet has made possible to enjoy again and again, at tinyurl.com/32ehfc.

Morris also excels as a cultural commentator. The ridiculousness of celebrity charity is brilliantly lampooned by the London Jam Festival segment of The Day Today, at tinyurl.com/58qtmc . In a performance that makes Paxman look like Parky, Morris's anchorman Ted Maul exposes the utter fatuousness of celebrity endorsement.

The trendy London bar scene, which Morris attacked in Nathan Barley, is the subject of a wonderful text only site of mock reviews, at www.warprecords.com/bluejam/barguide.

A braver target was the “on the spot” news reporting of September 11, at tinyurl.com/5h5yaw. In this audio clip, Maul reminds us all that the only thing standing between us and information blackout is the dubious probity of the mass media.

If all of this hasn't convinced you to buy the complete DVD set of The Day Today, then the taster at tinyurl.com/6engsf will surely tip the balance. Alan Partridge's description of horse-racing from the “Chicory Tip Incest Cup" is as spot-on a spoof as you'll ever hear. Results just in: the winner is Alf Ramsey's Porn Dungeon.

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