The Blessed St Stevie of Nicks! Rattling her fairy tambourine and demonstrating her inability to tilt her head back over the sink at the hairdresser's because she was Marie Antoinette in a previous life or summink (and not at all because of all the cheap ningle she did in the Eighties, oh no). We'd let dance her round the Planet Sad Towers living room with her mystic gypsy shawl any time, as long as she didn't knock over our bowl of Barbeque Snack-a-jacks mid-twirl. Er, Stevie, is that white-winged dove housetrained?
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