Johnny Hallyday, king of the uncool | Jessica Reed

No one can do tacky like the French Elvis, and that's why expats like me will be filling the Albert Hall for his comeback next weekHere's a list of things my home country, France, can't do particularly well. Hamburgers. Speaking any foreign language without an accent. Peanut butter. Motels. Customer service of any kind. Genuinely funny comedies (French humour tends to gravitate towards slapstick). Beer. Punk rock. And most importantly, there's one thing the French just don't do, but which the Br...

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