My friend Gina reminded me that today would have been Gainsbourg’s birthday. Can you imagine what he would have been like had he lived to be 80? No?- “moi non plus” as he might have said. And it’s seventeen years since he died in Paris – rather reduced but still pretty stylish – and smoking – almost to the end.

These days with the slightly irritating ubiquity of Jane Birkin, it’s easy to forget how forgotten he actually was during his lifetime – well outside France at any rate.

Anyway, I was reminded of an afternoon round at Clive’s a few years ago when we sat around and recorded this. It’s a bit out of tune and francophone’s may quarrel with the translation but it felt right somehow.

Happy Birthday Serge.