Memo to Sarko – allez vite a Londres

First the good news from London - it looks like All In The Mind might be made into a film. So if you didn't get the hardback, get out and buy the newly released paperback now to see why Hollywood (oh ok, a very good UK film company) is interested.  But now the bad news from Paris - I've been ousted from a prime-time radio slot by the President of France.  It was all going so well. Off the Eurostar, straight to France Inter and Le Fou du Roi, an only-in-France type radio show with a big studio audience, a seemingly random selection of comedians and commentators, and me sandwiched between an African band and a rapper. But the presenter and main reviewer had read the book, (Tout est dans la Tete) liked it and said as much. So  happy author set off with happy publicist for several hours of back to back paper and magazine interviews. Again, they'd all read the book and said they liked it. This was going too well. I found myself believing my own line that the UK media was too harsh, the French media too soft and a happy medium would be found somewhere between the two. With my French holding up ok, off to meet another paeon of praise and presenter-holding-the-book-to-camera-pluggery on Le Grand Journal on Canal Plus, the moment only marginally spoiled by them showing the title shots of the porn films watched by Jacqui Smith's husband. They so could not understand the fuss, but the studio audience were squirming a bit. Then a late night TV chat with a livewire called Karl Zero, who I had been told was the Michael Moore of France. But he kept holding the book up to the camera too, said he couldn't believe I had written such a sensitive novel and why didn't we have people like you in French politics? -- I love these French guys. I was by now mellow enough even to join in his pisstake of Tony Blair's video-message of congratulations to Nicolas Sarkozy when he became President. So then back to the hotel for a few hours sleep before the big one this morning - Jean Pierre Elkabbach's breakfast slot on Radio Europe 1. This has been in every itinerary I've seen as this book launch has been planned. But suddenly the happy publicist is not looking so happy. 'We've been bounced,' she announces. 'The President,' she says. 'He has summoned them to the Elysee to do a talk on the G20.' My God, I knew I was doing well, and Brits doing well in Paris are not likely to stay flavour of the month for long. But do I deserve this? I mean, he only has a a French position on global regulation to defend, a relationship with a new US President to develop, and a world economy to save? I have a book to promote for heaven's sake. I'll forgive him this once. But someone better tell him to get into that G20 Summitland sharpish. This town ain't big enough ...