Some songs evoke a time and a place. For me, whenever I hear Corynne Charby’s Boule de flipper, I am transported back to my student days in Rennes.
I moved to the Breton capital in the autumn of 1986. Mademoiselle Charby was riding high in the charts at the time with this track.
Rennes was my home for six months and I heard the song wherever I went – on the radio and in bars and clubs.
By the time Corynne Charby returned to the charts in 1987 with Pile ou face, I was gone.
These days, you can still hear Boule de flipper – sadly, though, it’s now mostly via that terrible piped music they insist on playing in some rural high streets.