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Lleyton Hewitt's Oscar round-up
[screaming to Academy members in audience, poining at Sidney Poitier] "YOU LOOK AT HIM ..."
[still screaming, pointing at Denzel Washington] "AND YOU LOOK AT HIM ..."
[now blue in face, spittle flying from mouth, pointing at Halle Berry] "AND LOOK AT HER ..."
[wild-eyed, voice strained, beseeching the audience] "AND YOU TELL ME WHAT THE DIFFERENCE IS!"
(this was the gist of his argument when he alleged a black line referee was calling shots in favour of his black opponent in a match last year.)

The difference is, Lleyton, is that they are professionals, and you are a spoilt fluke. To paraphrase the Nike billboard in the centre of town that you appear on, "Racism has no volume control". The little bastard denied having done anything wrong, saying that he comes from a 'multicultural country' which of course makes his dummy-spit alright.

Next week, Lleyton hosts a Spastic Sinema Special consisting of "My Left Foot", "Cosi", "Tim", and Roberto Begnini's "Johnny Stecchino" ('cause it's got spastic wogs in it hey?)


Read About Lleyton's Outburst at Google