Overworked French people often say their lives are nothing more than an endless cycle of Metro Boulot Dodo (Tube. Work. Sleep.).

I like the juxtaposition of these three words, the sound they make as they rattle off the tongue; they're hard, cold, crisp. Short and pointy. Like cans dropping off a production line, one after the other after the other... Drudgery's rhythm.

But with my tin ear, I can't hear all the words properly. I'm picking up the tube bit ok, the sleep thing, very familiar with, know all about that, it's whatever it is in the middle...what's that again ? Someone shout it out...Louder...LOUDER !