This isn’t so much a question of separated at birth (there is no discovery of a secret twinsie, at least not in today’s post) so much as it is a question of just what in the heck is going on here.
Sting, über-cool rock star, once a darling of the spiky and angular, aloof and yet angry set…
I have nothing left to say. Imma leave this here.
Oh! And enjoy a little sing-along, on your way out.