Ian O'Doherty: How do you spell sudointelekchual?
Few people do existential angst quite like the French. The reason? Well, existential angst and ennui are just Gallic excuses to sit around, smoke incredibly strong cigarettes and stare at women's arses.
(In our impressionable youth, ISpy tried to smoke Gitanes and Gauloises to look cool. It turns out that going green and having to leg it to the jacks to vomit is not a great way of impressing a young lady.)
They view their philosophers the way we view our footballers and the latest penseur to land in the merde is none other than Bernard Henri-Levi, arguably the greatest French philosopher this side of the bonkers Beatrice Dalle.