A good presenter
I lead my life like a show from the lineup perfectly oiled and run tested. Get along like any good host that respects. And here. Ladies and gentlemen good evening. Dear friends near and far. I am happy to call between us. What about the House? Enjoy the rest of the evening. It does not end here. Whatever happens, the good host puts us face. A mediator between those who offer and those subjected to the spectacle. Channel and flow into a life that, as the TV, such as Orson Welles said, "is turned on like light in the bathroom, it flows like water in the kitchen." A tonic, half of satisfaction, seeking a variety of old poetry festival and fallen, with the horrors of pleasing and therefore dangerous. The ancient and modern Pippibaudi Bonolis, pensions and screaming Carrà Ventura, Carlucci the first to last, the do-gooders to Fazio and captive to Chiambretti, the dead and Mike Corrado, Tortora and Wolf. The naturalente Frizzi and the endless jokes. Measured in all registers, from performing the readings, the commitment by the joke, from dance steps to politics, from dressing up at the piano, sometimes mixing the heavy aftertaste of jokes or a dirty word, between a shoulder and a master of comic 'orchestra. Moreover, the run television can not be improvised. You must have memory, mixed emotions, smell the desires of the public, celebrate the liturgy without offending and without boring, especially to be able to handle the unexpected, the beauty of direct as he called that other good presenter. I'm afraid, like any improviser in soft these days, to find myself lost in scute with a hunchback electronic eyes desperately empty.
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