She was cool.
She handled the cringey teenage banter that came her way very well.
Hawaii. Another place to add to the list of those I’ll never visit again, now I’ve got children. Along with everywhere else.
So I’m guessing Mick Fleetwood used to trawl the pubs of South Wales looking for exceptionally fit birds.
But they had to be called Rhiannon, Caroline or Sara, for his bullshit to work.