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Yogi Berra was as famous for his turn of phrase as he was for playing baseball. Simmy Richman looks at the strange and strained relationship between sporting folk and syntax
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Alex Lyngaas is still searching for a partner for his 69-year-old mother
Bear with me, there will (hopefully) be a point. There is an old joke about two Jewish men in Germany in the 1930s. One is reading a Jewish newspaper, the other a Nazi propaganda rag. “Why are you reading that?” the first asks the second. “Well,” the man replies, “if I look at your paper, all I read about is persecution and poverty. If I look at this, all I read about is how we control the world.”
His Wikipedia entry describes him as an “entertainer, artist and writer” but none of that really covers the work of Scottee. “Mostly what I do,” the 30-year-old north Londoner says, “is find something that annoys me and respond to it.” In the past, that has led Scottee to host talent contests for fat people and to produce art characterised by what he describes as “shining a light on the s***”: “I am fat, queer, left-handed and dyslexic,” he says, “and I live in a world that treats outsiders as grotesque.”
Hodgson has again married immaculate research to the rip-roaring pace of the modern thriller