Renaud has just returned from afar: depression, alcohol, divorce could have killed him. Fortunately Fox watched over our favorite Poulbot. However, we must know that evil has been brewing for signature at Virgin or earlier. Disillusioned of this world that Fox would well become a graveyard orbit, he wrote this work in black that ends with a "tired" before re-engage on machismo that directs this world and qu'icônisa (too) long a Prime British iron minister. This part, the problem of liberalism remains. So we are left longing, Comrade ... That of "schucs" of our childhood ("Mistral win") or that one would like to transmit to our descendants ("The angling", where the starting Domino is already mentioned). And death by overdose of French actress Pascale Ogier does not console us from the filth of the world.
