THE NEWSLETTER THAT WILL PUT YOU ON TIME

July 19 is an important date for Parisians. In fact, I'd like to say, not out of pride but for information purposes, that I'm a Parisian. Born here, from parents who grew up here too. Don't you think it's time to go and see if the sun shines just as brightly elsewhere, or even a little better ? I agree, and I'm planning to leave. But before I do, I've also got my sights set on getting your toes wet. And for that, there's nothing better than putting on one of my creations to experience total ecstasy.

Other than that, did you know that the first Paris metro line was inaugurated on July 9, 1900 ? No, I didn't. Well, I suspected that the metro had been inaugurated at some point, but I had no idea of the date. So here you are, informed by the best newsletter ever.

So that was the Parisian news, but for all the others, like me, who were lucky enough to go on language trips, July 19 is also the date of a British glory.  A key figure in the world of rock who's blistering and making a bit of a mess of things. This dear hairy man, who made me want to give myself a Richelieu haircut, is none other than Brian May, Queen's guitarist emeritus who always tries too hard, but whom I love all the same, because it was he who introduced me to hard rock through his suggestive guitar.

So now he's 77 and can no longer play games from 7 to 77 (as they used to say on board game boxes). Poor Brian May, I pity him. That's all for today, my dear sisters. I'll let you get back to business as usual, but never forget that every time you don't wear a pair of Patricias, an angel loses its wings in heaven.

It's all very well that way, tortured to the core, like me :