Much hilarity down St Tropez way when Saturday's Daily Mail arrived with its double-page spread on "St Trollops", which claimed that our modest little seaside resort was being invaded by well-bred young English gels in search of wealthy older men. "I think they're getting at you," I remarked to Samantha, 23, and Davina, 24, as we dropped anchor off Club 55 for a spot of lunch. "Perish the thought," they chorused, as they helped me down the gangplank and on to the dinghy. "But you have radioed ahead to put extra Cristall on ice, haven't you?"