Hello everyone.
November 4, I received a message asking if I would like to replace Sophia Aram. Hmmm, I already replaced Charline during the holidays… Come on, I accept my status as replacement.
November 10, 2:33 p.m., Sophia talks about current events, I should also talk about current events, so as not to disappoint the people who were waiting for Sophia.
Come on, I'm looking, and when you look, you find.
Launch of the melted cheese season by MAD Jacques Formage, I found my news. Cheese everywhere, on every floor, even at the entrance for free tasting.
It will be a mix between a DJ set and a fun raclette evening, they say. But it starts at 12 p.m. for raclette and then we can dance heavily while farting. Fortunately, the smell of cheese will cover everything and the music will be loud enough so as not to hear these unexpected bursts of wind. See you at the Enghien-Soisy Eaubonne racecourse on November 30.
2:52 p.m., did I do the right thing by talking about this cheese news? Sophia would have chosen something else. After all, we're still in the news, and maybe I'll do a real ad and next year they'll call me to be the godmother of their MAD Jacques Fromage event. But if they call me, will I have the shoulders? Hmmmm, the future will tell.
3:04 p.m. I don't know why but I think back to when I met the group Iron Maiden in a hotel in Quebec. I didn’t recognize them but I said to myself “Hmmm their faces speak to me”. I see they're wearing bathrobes with “Iron Maiden” embroidered on them. Ahh, that's why it spoke to me. I'm waiting for my Tania Dutel embroidered sweatshirts, like that, when someone stops me in the street to say “I love what you do, what's your name already, I'll just have to point embroidery”.
3:08 p.m., I continue watching the film Limitless with Bradley Cooper. Dark drug story, Bradley tries to escape from someone. He gets into a taxi and yells, go go, in French Go ahead and eat your ass. The taxi starts. Yes. But where? Give an address. Or at least say “please move forward and when I come to my senses I will give you the address”. Unbelievable, in French foutage de mouth.
4:34 p.m. What if tomorrow, during my column, I did that? Hop, with the finger pointed towards the control room, this gesture being the best for the director to start a sound. I find it stylish when the columnists and presenters do this while the director has the text in front of him and it is this text that he follows because he knows what music to play. But what sound could I play? I don't need sound for my column. Too bad, I won't do it.
5:38 p.m., my left hand itches, since I had scabies in September and October, that is to say twice, I wouldn't say that I have become paranoid, but I am quite worried. I look at my palm, I see 4 pimples there. By all saints, the scabies has returned. I go under a better light to see if these spots are pearly vesicles, spots which characterize scabies. I put my hand just below the bulb, there is no button. My eyes invent buttons. Obviously, I'm not worried, I've become paranoid.
