other Thursday or perhaps before, or any one Thursday I went to a beach at Marina di Ravenna. is the bathhouse that normally attend, and especially in the evening is not so sure that the skin until dusk balding is the best way to develop those drugs that many physicians arrabattono calling them "necessary for the morale and welfare" [In short, the ultraviolet rays have various actions on the skin more or less increments: pigmentogena stimulate the function, ie the new formation of melanin in the epidermis (the tan), play a disinfectant to the skin, stimulate the synthesis of vitamin D, among the mild adverse effects , there is erythema (the burn), involving the vessels and cells of the epidermis and is manifested by hyperemia, rupture of small vessels, blisters, edema, leakage, also the mass, accelerate the growth of hair and, ah, yes, sometimes can cause the appearance of skin cancers. NB: It is clear that all of this I could not care less if it considers not only the tan skin but a boorish action hick white milk-gone-to-male and the bags under his eyes like a must the true radical-chic-alternative]. the beach club that I attend is called Hana-Bi (name derived from a film by Takeshi Kitano, a hero in the purest Japanese style raw fact of violence interspersed with real poetry of little things, that is before you guts a yakuza with a forage-chicken and then does a single sequence of 22 minutes on the look innocence of a child). the Hana-Bi is run by a guy who was once the guitarist of a group hard-core/punk a certain reputation in Eastern pre '89 (this news is cloaked by a certain aura of mystery and is not been possible to ascertain the veracity) that then opened (type) a CD shop and then opened a local ravenna still open and functioning and chiamantesi Bronson (Charles Bronson, the man of the film Death Wish, where after that they had killed and raped and killed in any order yet his daughter, he goes into storage on get back at everything and everyone with a chicken-chopping). in these two places, Hana-Bi and Bronson, the kind of stuff takes very beautiful indie concerts, small groups English post-punk, American and overblown imbolsiti pounding and menano (tools) and seem to have 4 arms and 5 feet 2 Panza. of its kind, has a respectable program.
but I said that Thursday has invited a journalist to speak. a sports journalist [Note: To make it clearer and more loosely with the logic of some infinite series of stuff I'm telling you, and to give dignity to the complexity of his figure, I must say that the type (ie, the former bass guitarist and peeled which is also tattooed with a figona 1.78 cm high and no heels but with the amphibians) is a big football fan, I do not know, for example, I swear I saw him absorbed in front of the TV for a while Sampdoria-Catania a heavy metal band called gastric juice or something like that pounded nasty 10 m. from him].
the famous sports journalist invited to camp at that pseudo-jocks alternative was Gianni Mura. a name that matters, able to attract a decent crowd and raise the average age of the plant (usually about 23/24 years old) to the threshold of 60 and a consequential increase of gray hair or baldness or androgenetic alopecia .
for the uninitiated, Gianni Mura is a Big Belly. that is, seems perpetually surrounded by tons of chicken jelly attached to the body with the DOMOPACK. often keeps his eyes closed when he talks about but never seems to sleep. and often said things trivial. now writes for the Republic of football and cycling, his great passion. and talked about everything, starting with the ethics of journalism. spoke about engaging with the beginnings of his profession. began in the mid 60s to the Gazzetta dello Sport. those of the Gazette to find new journalists were tried in high schools and those who write well. just that. already this thing compared with the current system makes me shudder. Walls writes well, it took 21 years and sent him as envoy to the Tour of Italy. to 22 at the Tour de France. the public has raised a whistle that sounded like a thin 'Cocks Sti. spoke of doping, the curtailment of space in the articles (compared to 20 years ago, the average row in an article has been halved and here he has sent the item restyling which translates into "put-a-lot-of-the-magnification photo-titles-and-cut-all-blablabla). spoke muscolarizzazione of sport. Pantani. delicatessen. and then one asked him at the very end: "And Mourinho?".
try to quote from memory his answer.
"Boh ... It seems to me to be the only ... I mean, I think one of the biggest hoaxes arrived in Italy, one of the few ... son of a degenerate culture of the url without substance, smoke without fire, and who also gives money to do it ... Kiki and I doted on his formidable Virtus ... and that central Bucci ... a phenomenon of elegance and power ... goodnight to all. "(ps: on the last two statements may have affected the recruitment of strong mojito combined with the distance from the stage together with the mumble of the Walls).
then signed autographs, taking the bic in rolls of belly and he went to drink 3 beers and 2 medium uischi.
