Bonjour Tristesse? I'm not a particular fan of the round ball game although "'er indoors" is and so it came to pass that I sat through most of the England 11's lamentable display of what is supposed to be the beautiful game against poor Slovakia who must feel as though they was robbed. Rarely have the immortal words of motorcycle racing legend Guy Martin carried greater weight. When asked about football – please permit me to remind my American friends that football is, surprise, surprise, a game played with the feet – Martin who customarily risked his life in leathers and a helmet commented: "I have nothing against football.
It just seems very wasteful losing two hours of my life to watch 22 millionaires on TV chasing a bag full of wind in their underwear". How to go from zeroes to heroes. Alas, when the game was over, we popped into the kitchen for some supper and for me to catch up on the results of the first round of the French parliamentary elections.
And in its own way that wasn't any more exciting. "Breaking News: Far-right greatest winner". No sh*t Sherlock.
I chose to watch France 24, the English-speaking French news channel where one talking head after the other declared that everything must be done to prevent the Rassemblement National from seizing power and democracy from being put at risk. Sorry ladies and gentlemen, they are not about to seize power. The people of France, or in the first round of voting 34 per cent of those amongst the electorate who chose to.
