Abi's new single is out - she's dancing, like it's 1989.
In 1989, she was a mere twinkle in my eye, of course but she probably remembers me dancing around the kitchen in my apron, with my cool eighties' moves.
Failed wife and poet, terrible teacher and unworthy mother of three beautiful girls, I have lived in France for thirty years. Here are glimpses of my life with a bit of culture thrown in.