Long bemused by tennis-playing amazons ("Pam, I adore you, Pam, you great big mountainous sports girl"), Britain's bestselling Poet John Betjeman, 55, lit out for Australia in November all clutched up: "I could not write and was afraid to try; I felt I was finished." But last week, back in London again, Latter-Day Victorian Betjeman felt himself once more summoned by belles. "Australia," he glowed, "is a wonderful country with a wonderful future, magnificent oysters and wines, and athletic girls of the type I like bestwith long hair and legs, and turned-up...
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