Fortiches those Brits! No festival to crown turnips! Good! It is telling when we finished with this season wasps spinning you bumblebee! This is what nimporte, bric-a-brac of characters and situations made of a bad meal leftovers that will soon stay on the stomach. From a coil of juice. But on closer look, a well reassuring case. Quau because ultimately those damn roasts are also able to lay us some nanars worthy of our local productions. It gives us the hope.