A tawdry scarf of yellow silk, trimmed with tinsel and spangles, which had seen as hard service, and boasted as honourable a transmission, was next flung over one shoulder, and fell across her person in the manner of a shoulder-belt or baldrick.

If they do, all they'll find are hunks of metal, Patrick said woodenly.

Surely there is someone in ABC Television management who has read Bruce Dawe's evocative poem Life Cycle: When children are born in Victoria/they are wrapped in the club-colours, laid in beribboned cots/having already begun a lifetime's barracking/Carn, they cry, carn … feebly at first.

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