I never realised how cute Stevie Nicks bloody well was, least not until I watched a documentary on Fleetwood Mac the other night. Woweeee. Gypsy chic.
She was only five foot high, yet commanded a stage as if she owned the place, (with the help of six inch heels) and with a mystical bewitching aura about her. A romanticism too. Bohemian romantic and ethereal. Fuck me was she good.
I guess the only modern day comparison i can think of is Natasha Khan.
I learnt to play the song 'Never Going Back Again' this evening. That's quite a proud moment in my life.
Up the Mac.
I'm going to put The Chain on again now and think of Nigel Mansell's tache. xxx
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