Florence, She’s My Annie

I arrived home last night and the Countess was watching Florence and the Machine Unplugged. Her poise, her voice, even her hair colour screamed Annie Lennox. The one thing she lacked was Annie’s stage presence — in fact, poor Florence appeared like she was nervous as hell — but don’t fret, darling — you haven’t had the years that Annie Lennox has had yet. But this is one to watch, my darlings… one day you may say to me, Helena — Florence, she’s my Annie.

But until that day, let me remind you why Annie Lennox might just be the most beautiful woman on the whole damn planet.

And if you have an hour, or just want to put this on in the background, I found this:


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