New dog digs up old dog: second coming of the fish'n'chip lady served with newsprint and sauce
by PHILIP WHITE
It coulda had sumpin to do wiv Pauline. In an old tasting notebook I found some sketches I'd made of her younger face. It seemed more pentangular then. I'd been bemused by the way her hair looked like a bushfire in the heavens above the map of Australia which her blood red lips formed below. I drew her with a little Tasmania there as a beauty spot.
Shorter in the tendon; longer in the tooth.