I once met a girl who convinced me that having lived in France, she knew for a fact that most young Frenchmen spend their weekend leisure time dancing in mirrored nightclubs so that they can check themselves out. For me this was the final straw, all I needed to write off an entire nation as self obsessed poseurs who for some reason had learnt dancing as well. It didn’t occur to me for a long time that maybe her town wasn’t a sound sample size for a country of 65 million people. Just maybe there were other types of French people. And just maybe dancing wasn’t that wrong.
Over the years as we’ve embraced Cantona and tried not to mention Dunkirk, The UK and France have grown closer and so my schoolboy understanding of our nearest neighbours has developed too. I love a baguette, I dig the vin rouge and Le Vache Qui Rit processed cheese triangles are simply the best in the business. So imagine my delight when I discovered exactly the reverse moment of men dancing to themselves in mirrors, the moment when I restored them in mind to people like me. Meet the 4L Trophy.
