Music Review: Kapranos on Yann Tiersen
Sitting on the Tube last week, listlessly flipping the gossip pages of the Metro, I detected an exotic twinge in the air. Beside me chic girls in scarves were chattering to floppy guys in jumpers. Ah the French I thought, delighted. You might attribute the Gallic invasion of London to Top Shop and the dead pound but I, for one, welcome it being a big fan of all things French.