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With a casual gesture Shrigley points to that hideous shape whose name I've never known - and then he names it. And the name is profoundly, embarrassingly familiar. I'm laughing while frantically searching for a pen, so desperate to capture the feeling he has unearthed in meMIRANDA JULYShrigley's work is very wrong and very bad in all sorts of waysGuardianProbably the funniest gallery-type artist who ever livedDAVE EGGERSShrigley mines a mordant, scatological seam, conjuring up the dark tradition of British humour that threw up Tony Hancock and Chris MorrisThe Times Reviews ...Read More