I’m back in Manchester. I’ve been back since Tuesday, but caught cold, which is the reason why on the day when Liverpool gets initiated as the European Capital of Culture for 2008 I’...
And so, I’ve been in Llandudno since December 28th, and at this very moment I’m sitting at my hotel’s lounge, occasionally looking at Great Orme and the lights along the Promenade, b...
I have just been reading some blog posts from some friends in Manchester who wrote about their Christmas. It may be odd, but this year “je repars à zero”, to quote Edith Piaf. I’m go...
It was a sudden inspiration as I was looking through some pictures, choosing which one of them to upload to the post. I ended up writing and narrating a story for a short video clip, which you can see...
Sam over at ArtoisBlog wrote in detail about one of my favourite Stella Artois commercials – Ice Skating Priests. I can’t remember if I saw it for the first time before or after watching K...
As you know, Jacques Prévert is one of my favourite poets. It has just occurred to me that his Déjeuner du matin could be retold by a man, and the idea has captivated me so that I decided to see if I ...
On Monday, I received an invitation to look at the video The Kiss by the Italian painter and animator, Giuseppe Ragazzini. At the time I was also listening to one of the songs by Paolo Conte, and the ...
When I first came to England five years ago, I was promptly told that many things would be forgiven to me as a foreigner as long as I didn’t fail to like Billy Connolly. Watching him the first f...
When winter comes to my town, but the grass is as green as in summer, – if only now it is covered with the withered leaves, resembling coffee with milk by their colour, – When in my town t...
Some of you may instantly guess to which two French songs alludes the title of this post. These are Les Feuilles Mortes by Jacques Prevert and Joseph Kosma and La Chanson de Prevert by Serge Gainsbour...