This is my last day in London before going back to France. I was meant to go by train but, joy of all joys, sncf is on strike yet again so now I have to fly. London has been great, it’s always a good place to visit, but tough to live in. Last night I went with my stepdaughter Julia to see Dirty Dancing - it was OK, but the audience was ghastly. Mainly Essex girls shouting ‘get your kit off’ to the Patrick Swayze look-alike lead. The poor man could hardly make himself heard. But then he didn’t have anything very interesting to say. The best bit about him was his hip movement.