Sean laughed. "I remember. I think I had your second album with the spandex and the toxic overuse of aquanet. The hair alone is something you may never live down." Sean offered a rueful look. "You should have seen some pictures of me. I have what is essentially a white afro. Back then it was cool, these day's it's a sign of electrocution." He ran a hand over his carefully cropped hair, as if to make sure it wasn't growing out. The curls up front never seemed to totally go away.
"Yeah, the Brit. He at least had the decency to only talk to the least wounded. My niece talked to him yesterday afternoon and said he seemed disinclined to tell falsehoods. Her words. I'm not a big fan of the press, although they can be a useful tool once in a while, for the most part they're just tools."