A rocky gig.
Our Norman Conquest. Well we did it! Normandy. We came; we sang; we conquered. Mon Dieu! We landed far from the famous wartime beaches – in the romantically named Charles De Gaulle Aeroport. I know very little of the actual man, except he certainly didn’t want to allow Britain into the European Common Market, and, in my ‘umble opinion, bore a fairly close resemblance to a young Inspector Clouseau. Touche´ Charlie ! All I know is that the aerodrome sounds terribly Gallic, and that’s enough por moi when arriving somewhere […]