March 26
(Si, Si) Je Suis Un Rock Star
There has been a bitter rivalry between Britain and France since time began. We may be the closest of neighbours geographically but we couldn't be more different in terms of temperament.
They have that supreme Gallic confidence in their stylistic and gastronomic superiority (best exemplified by a disdainful shrug at any suggestion otherwise) while we cling to our plucky good humour, our sense of fair play, and, inevitably, not having been occupied by the Nazis.
There is, however, one area of style in which the British can claim absolute dominance - rock and roll. The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, David Bowie, The Clash, The Smiths, The Cure (to name but a few) - quite apart from the music, these artists have / had their own sense of style which the French, for all the catwalk elegance of Chanel, Louis Vuitton and the rest, have been fascinated by but never been able to appropriate for themselves.
Regardless of what happens in the football tonight, it's one little victory that is often overlooked. Zut alors!