made of margarine and chocolate in a frying pan and then they headed for the pub, Joan in nightie, fishnet tights, cardboard shoes, shocking-pink lipstick and a paper bow on top of her straw-bleached hair. Yet this tragic, drink-sodden, cackling old crone had once been Joan Adeney Easdale, acclaimed young poet.
from Daily Mail: Bag lady, poet--and my granny
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