I have just survived the most trying month of the year in France. September is not all balmy evenings and rosé wine...
I'D BETTER state right at the outset that this piece is very seriously flawed, because most of it's about an event that I didn't go to, have never been to and would rather have all my teeth pulled than be seen dead at or associating with its palsi
Read more: Christopher Campbell-Howes sings of lavs and lavender . . .
In my last column I argued that the only way to save France was to get some Brits in charge. This produced an extraordinary mailbag...