Lalachus came out with his curlers on the nine o'clock news program as an appetizer. Defending yourself with your head turned into a kind of Corinthian capital is very complicated, but that's Laura. He appeared on the screen with his jaw contained and showing that today, like yesterday and the day before yesterday, he doesn't give a damn what we think of his appearance. At that time those in charge of cooking at home were, surely, wearing worse hair updos. Then, just in case, seconds before swallowing the first grape, he reminded those present that let's see if we stop giving opinions about other people's bodies. I hope she continues to be the woman of the moment for many more moments.
At 11:40 p.m. she appeared dressed as a goddess and with the hair of a diva from an American series from the eighties, shouting: “Oh, how strong!” and turned into a bundle of nerves. He introduced his dance partner, David Broncano, dressed in a shirt and bow tie as white as the skin on his face, stunned, advertising the Gonzalez Byass neon lights that crown one of the Puerta del Sol buildings. He appeared among them. with some red socks that David Bisbal gave him, the same hype The revolt and all the shit in the world.
This couple, gold from Jaén and titanium from Fuenlabrada, was as expected. Crazy, pure improvisation, the mother laugh. Without a script but with a handful of cameras, in a perpetual state of dress rehearsal. Here a few rants: “Lala, look, from Fuenlabrada to the sunny penthouse.” “We started with the joke and here we are at the chimes of Spanish Television.” “Greetings to all the people of Castilla La Mancha, you are the best.” All true.
The boys took out megaphones and pouted, and at one point someone thought it would be good to focus on the neighbors, Cristina Pedroche and Alberto Chicote. And with them came the disappointment. “What a physical presence Chicote, kid,” said Broncano. And the cook, meanwhile, in profile and wearing Woody Allen glasses. And the one from Vallecas, meanwhile, with yummy starlet feathers.
Should we do it or not?, the TVE people thought. Are we going with the institutional or with the chufla? And laughter won as it should always win. They shouted at them and they timidly responded with their little hands to the infantrymen of Spain. But there was consensus there and harmony and I hope that all of Spain found it good. Then they connected with the Canary Islands and we saw, even if only for a few seconds, how beautiful Arucas is.
There was a message from Broncano asking for decent housing, there were quarters, bells and fireworks. Congratulations in all official languages. There was revelry and revelry, in case next year TVE opts for another duo. Because both David and Laura are aware that they are in that stage of their lives in which all the coins come up heads.
There was a beautiful shot, of the two of them celebrating the new year and jumping for joy with three surprise guests on the public television set. “La moñecada,” Lala called them. Three of those who dress up as dolls to entertain the tourists who always fill Puerta del Sol. Those who take photos with the children to ask their parents for money later. There was a Bart Simpson there who could be confused, with an extra glass of cava, with a Lunni. Another dressed as a gorilla and a third with something blue and funny glasses with 2024. As I said, nonsense. Like almost everything that happens in Puerta del Sol at any time. Happy 2025.
