It’s summertime and the beaches of Europe not only all look the same but they sound the same, too (Abba and Van McCoy). It’s only on holiday, moving round the Rivieras of France and Italy and Spain, that you feel the true power of disco, as in club after club and bar after bar, the hi-hats go hi-hat and the violins chunk and the youth of the old world stare at their bare tanned feet. Mindless music for mindless days and the only exhilarating thing is that this year we British are the brownest people in the sea and I never felt so cool before. t