Okay, folks, thank you very much indeed for tuning in once again to life on planet Porky, the adventures, the excitement, the wherewithal of myself, the Porkmeister, and of course, the Rock Chick-Chic writer extraordinaire, Ms.lie and jones miss jones i have to say

um and the story's been well told but you probably tell it and could have told it better than anybody

else that you have literally been all over the world on telling us all all all us huge fans of Fleetwood Mac, the real

story behind that wonderful, genius, great song, a singer, singer-writer woman, Christine McVey,

I didn't know until I started hearing what you were saying and reading what you were saying

that you knew us so well.

Yeah, it's a long time ago, you know, back in the 80s when I was posted out to the West Coast of America to cover primarily rock and pop music was for you magazine, actually, the Mail on Sunday

colour supplement. And in those days,

you know,

we didn't have the managers,

the agents,

the publicists,

the hangers on.

And journalists actually could get close to

celebrities,

rock superstars,

and could befriend them,

and could get invited

up to their house for dinner

and up to their pool

for a swim and all that kind of thing. And it really wasn't that unusual. People seem to think nowadays that that is the

most unthinkable thing that could ever have happened. But it actually did happen. And I had a lot of

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