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"I just wouldn't go anywhere near a redhead. Now don't get me wrong and start calling me a hairist or something like that. Listen to what I have to say, then make up your mind. It all started with Mr Mantolini and his sculptures. They were terrific, were Mr Mantolini's frozen statues. He carved them out of ice and stood them in the window of his fish shop which was over the road from the pier. A new ice carving every month. Sometimes it would be a beautiful peacock with its tail fanned out. Or maybe a giant fish thrashing itself to death on the end of a line. One of my favourites was a kangaroo with a little joey peering out of her pouch. It was a bit sad really. On the first day of every month Mr Mantolini would throw the old statue out the back into an alley. Where it would melt and "