THE LAST WORD
How cool is Franky Zapata, the French guy who last year made the first crossing of the English Channel on a flyboard? A flyboard being a large skateboard you stand on, presumably strapped in as with a pair of skis, given the improbably Jacko-esque angles Franky achieves in the footage you can find on YouTube. You’ve got a barrel of paraffin strapped to your back and you reach speeds of more than 110mph (177km/h). What could possibly go wrong?
You’ve got to admire anyone willing to push the envelope that far. Will Franky get that admiration, though, I wonder. Possibly not from youngsters, I predict, not once they forget the glamour and start thinking about those kerosene fumes belching into the sky. A few years from now, if his contraption has achieved massproduction, Franky could be about as popular as a plastic magnate with a private jet and a penchant for biggame hunting.
Speaking of unpopular … Prince Harry is getting stick from his old army mates after the revelation that he enjoys a pedicure. They reckon he has gone soft on civvy street. Well, his feet certainly have, at any rate!
I don’t have an issue with Harry enjoying a bit of foot love. I had a pedicure once myself, albeit in a room above a hairdresser’s rather than a posh hotel in Ascot. I had to sit with my feet in a fish tank. The fish seemed to enjoy it.
My problem with pedicures is twofold. One, they get rid of hard skin, and hard skin can be quite useful in certain barefoot scenarios. Two, I can’t spot the difference between a wellgroomed foot and one that is merely decently maintained, that is to say not falling to bits. It’s like when a critic says so-and-so is a great drummer — or guitarist, or actor, or fashion designer — as opposed to a good one. I simply do not have the wherewithal to make a judgment. So why spend the money?