Vincent Dedienne

Yeah, that's true.

Yeah, that's true.

You should be more gentle, because you're really crazy. At the time of these shows, I don't know if you were, because you're as old as me, Adrien, but do you remember the summer shows on the beaches with Thierry Beccaro?

You should be more gentle, because you're really crazy. At the time of these shows, I don't know if you were, because you're as old as me, Adrien, but do you remember the summer shows on the beaches with Thierry Beccaro?

42° in London, that's right.

42° in London, that's right.

In any case, there was a chronicler who was in charge of the animal section, whose name was Jacques Gourier, and who was supposed to be a friend of the production, because he was afraid even of a zebra.

In any case, there was a chronicler who was in charge of the animal section, whose name was Jacques Gourier, and who was supposed to be a friend of the production, because he was afraid even of a zebra.

And so he takes it and says, look, it's adorable. It's adorable, he just ate it.

And so he takes it and says, look, it's adorable. It's adorable, he just ate it.

He just ate it. Wait, he moved, he moved.

He just ate it. Wait, he moved, he moved.

He's afraid of everything. At one point, there's an eagle, I'll remember it for the rest of my life. He has a leather glove. And then there's an eagle, so the trainer says, come on, hop, hop, hop. And so the eagle lands on Jacques Gourier, on his glove. And at one point, he's so tense that he just says, there's no more gloves. There's no more gloves. Because the eagle goes back up every time.

He's afraid of everything. At one point, there's an eagle, I'll remember it for the rest of my life. He has a leather glove. And then there's an eagle, so the trainer says, come on, hop, hop, hop. And so the eagle lands on Jacques Gourier, on his glove. And at one point, he's so tense that he just says, there's no more gloves. There's no more gloves. Because the eagle goes back up every time.

Because he goes back up. Fear on the glove. There's no more gloves.

Because he goes back up. Fear on the glove. There's no more gloves.

Listen to me, with my brother, we watch this at least once a month. And sometimes we just say to ourselves, there are no gloves left. There are no gloves left!

Listen to me, with my brother, we watch this at least once a month. And sometimes we just say to ourselves, there are no gloves left. There are no gloves left!

No, he wasn't there, he had blue eyes.

No, he wasn't there, he had blue eyes.