One Sunday evening as many, yesterday. Despite the vow of absolute chastity from TV lasted all day, I still came across a grisly scene late afternoon. Those who now seem to be the mothers of the former nannies maids girls is not the Rai, visibly aged and depressed, willing to do anything to appear in any transmission-even to Mediaset telepromotion of paintings of the 2.5-Teomondo Scrofalo were there, headed by Pamela x-eyed, dancing Please Do not Go ... dance ... oh God ... resembled more than anything else in queues lizards stripped of their body ...
I stop for a moment, incredulos. Then I notice that the transmission in question is Sunday Five ... and I understand. D'Urso, having declared war on the other one sbiascicona Perego, engaging and promising to make a Sunday anything but vulgar, has seen fit to omit the explanation of all the bigwigs Mediaset ... and now, dear Piers, if you rònget!
Sali. I need salt in order to regain consciousness. Gleefully flip through the No. 39 TV Smiles and Songs Vasco-one with the cover that finally admits to being broke, and I find this:
(I have also decided to leave the D'Urso in the scan, to satisfy that maniac who would like to see the underpants ... mid-evening with the obligation to cover and recover hiking boots. - wash your hair, if I had known I would have done the illustrious guests in the morning or the night before the hunt!
- dry your hair quickly and well, because if you wait until the end of the episodes, at about 23:30, we must spend time recovering in a flexible way to remove the towel from the trunks style lime mortar that was formed in the head.
- some flirtatious moment personal moisturizer cream antisebacea for the effect of the moisturizer, night cream for face-hand-foot-antisebacea moisturizing pulitina glass eye, nose and wood ear titanium eyebrow accommodation, washing teeth-so is not tempted to finish the bag of Haribo-swivels and that's it.
- preparing clothing for the next day (which I do every night, but the next morning absolutely no Chicago at night because I change my mind).
- preparing the station for the vision: poster, shirt, tie hair and big toe with a giant foam HOUSE # 1 written in white / orange, the colors of his box of medicines. The remote and home-made thimble extension system to reach the volume button on tv, since the remote control, when needed, goes mad. Box of Kleenex.
I'm ready. From a distance I get voices that claim to Bila have heard the Titanic after announcing TG5 Paperissima Sprint. It will be wrong. Maybe the fast delivery of DR. HOUSE may sound to the ears of some, the word Titanic. Or maybe speaking in English the title of the first episode, KID INSIDE, it seemed to hear the Titanic. No, I do not care tonight, there DR. HOUSE.
on time, at 21:29, I'm sitting in front of the screen, and already I notice something strange: the abbreviation for FILMISSIMI Channel 5. Filmissimi? Mah. to have scored so this year. Then the symbol of 20th Century Fox. Hmm ... then the scene of a wreck spiders submarines plumb the depths. Uh-oh. There was
Titanic. I was limp the big toe. Just
Signorini editorial that same issue of the magazine, he was ashamed of start times, end of prime time programs become incredibly unsustainable, it makes me start
Titanic
in place of Dr. House (at least for this deserves the pillory)
, that lasts 3 hours film, 21:30 ????? Doing two calculations, it will end at 00.30, with no advertising of course. But since there was publicity and a lot too, finished at 1:15. affected by anxiety and plug in my Achilles heel (Di Caprio, my first love), what I do not watch it? And I take off my pleasure to pay a valley of tears when Rose, while if the sings on the wreck of a door in olive dizzy creaking hair style beans Bofrost * and finally realizes that Jack has become a stick Findus without breading? All ste scene and then drops to 102 years at sea and throw a diamond from $ $ $ million dollars? Hell, if you want it enough to say: do you desfesciavi first pesavi not, the door has not been reversed and the olive por'anima Jack earned a spot in the semi-dry where you can keep repeating until ignorance "I trust me? ". And you could answer "Like hell I trust you! Watch in that situation you put me shit, bird of ill omen!" Fight, you leave and distance 42 years of loving you find more than before ... no? It seems so logical, damn.
Moral of the story: Signorini, stop gossiping with the Toff, which then distracts me the Piers and the TV guide you can not make a club!
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