Ah, the 1990s. Life was simple. No internet or mobile phones. Three prime ministers for the whole decade rather than three in three months. And Friday nights peaked with Eurotrash, watched by folk returning sozzled from the pub or by schoolkids in secret, without their parents finding out.
Life in all its freakish and fascinating forms was there. S&M restaurants, pubic hairdressers, ballooning bosoms, nude golf, nude cleaners, nude a lot of things.
Guiding hapless viewers through this kaleidoscopic world of kink and chaos was Antoine de Caunes. Inand I’m glad for that,” de Caunes says.)
