Thursday 30 July 2026 – Laurent Febvay
We all have our own Proustian madeleine, don’t we?
For me it’s the smell of basil; for you, your grandfather’s eau de Cologne or a Backstreet Boys song.
Those things that remind us of the child we once were.
And they’re all different.
We don’t share the same references,
We’re strangers,
But however surprising it may seem to you,
Tonight, for the length of a show,
You’ll see that I am you and you are me.
We’ve all done some brilliant job to put food on the table, like sorting curtain rods at Gifi,
Had a girl/guy who broke our heart,
Lost our keys before leaving for work,
Bought clothes when we had no money left,
Checked our passport 56 times before catching a flight,
Lost something 76 times when it was in our pocket all along,
In short, life – real life,
The kind that makes us human, the kind that reminds us where we are without forgetting where we come from, without forgetting the smell of basil.
Or your grandfather’s eau de Cologne, or a Backstreet Boys song. So come on, my friend, let’s laugh at ourselves – it’ll do us good!