Saw an article about the Mac in Mojo. With a picture of Stevie. I remember being in physical pain if I saw her on telly when I was a lad. Somewhere down the crazy river of teenage longing.
Probably explains my lifelong predilection for women of a boho bent. A slight hippy vibe. My ex-wife Anna had a touch of that. Foxy, feisty and a doctor too. Man, I was gone. Solid gone.
May explain too my fondness for girls with boy names. There’s been an Alex, a Robyn, a Billie, and, oh yes, a Stevie. A Californian called Stevie! Dark hair, mind.
Some things pass. And some things remain. The things you love. The names of girls.