"I'm not too far behind you!" Ritchie exclaimed, a little bit thrilled by finding someone so close in a time, which was a concept he wouldn't even have understanding a few days ago. He didn't even answer when Danny asked if he minded, just gave him a little wave as if to say go ahead. "I'm from '88. Have you been here ages?" he asked.
Ritchie was just tipsy enough that he wasn't even going to bother to filter his music tastes to sound cool, like he might've under some circumstances. "Oh, God, all sorts. I like Blondie, and Joni Mitchell, and Kim Wilde. Queen, Pet Shop Boys, Bronski Beat, Joy Division, lots of stuff, really. I even do a mean Barry Manilow to please the smalltown pub crowd," he added with a chuckle.