+let me flap my broken wings+
Filming can be rather difficult and quite tedious. Five AM wake up calls. Make-up artists that fuss with you for hours in order to make sure that you look exactly the same as you did the day before if you have to shoot the same scene over again. Sex scenes are the hardest ones to shoot. Not because the director is requiring me to simulate porn style sex but more so because I keep laughing in between takes. Of course this isn’t helping my affinity with my co-star who’s convinced that I’m laughing at his so-called performance. But truly, I’m not! I just find the sex dialogue incredibly funny. I can’t help it that I think it’s daft. I do wonder if Moana felt like laughing in between takes as well. Maybe not cos she was a professional and I’m just trying my best to impersonate her.
I keep receiving offers to participate in reality shows, and although it appears that everyone else is dying to be on them, I’m trying my best to keep as far away as possible from them. So no, you won’t be seeing me trying to survive on a deserted island eating raw fish like my fellow colleagues.
I’m leaving the CD:Live scepter to Totti’s soon to be wife, Illary Blasy next coming fall. Indeed, after five years of spending my Saturday mornings informing the Italian public who’s in the Top 40, I’m leaving to do a show that has nothing to do with music. I’ve already signed the contract for the new show that I’ll be in called On the Road. I’ll be traveling around the world in the company of my ex and also very beautiful Raz Degan (who’s recently played the role of the Persian king in Alexander). Filming for the show begins in July and ends in August. We’re supposed to cover 19 countries, 22 cities in one month. This is going to feel like being on tour or something.
I actually have a week off for Easter, I guess the director wishes to go off to Cuba or Tunisia and doesn’t feel like giving up his holiday to keep yelling at us on the set to do things his way. I don’t even have to do my show the Saturday before Easter, apparently Illary Blasy will fill me in (getting ready for when she has to replace me?). I’m sure I won’t be missed by the public, after all, Illary is just another pretty blonde. She only lacks the fast talk but give her one year presenting CD:Live and even her will be able to say ten million phrases in ten seconds flat.
Observation of the day: Just because soccer player Nesta was seen wearing a shirt with my name sprawled across his chest during last week’s game, doesn’t mean that I’m going to suddenly start fancying him. Sorry hon. But perhaps I'd make an exception for Beckham or Buffon.
I keep receiving offers to participate in reality shows, and although it appears that everyone else is dying to be on them, I’m trying my best to keep as far away as possible from them. So no, you won’t be seeing me trying to survive on a deserted island eating raw fish like my fellow colleagues.
I’m leaving the CD:Live scepter to Totti’s soon to be wife, Illary Blasy next coming fall. Indeed, after five years of spending my Saturday mornings informing the Italian public who’s in the Top 40, I’m leaving to do a show that has nothing to do with music. I’ve already signed the contract for the new show that I’ll be in called On the Road. I’ll be traveling around the world in the company of my ex and also very beautiful Raz Degan (who’s recently played the role of the Persian king in Alexander). Filming for the show begins in July and ends in August. We’re supposed to cover 19 countries, 22 cities in one month. This is going to feel like being on tour or something.
I actually have a week off for Easter, I guess the director wishes to go off to Cuba or Tunisia and doesn’t feel like giving up his holiday to keep yelling at us on the set to do things his way. I don’t even have to do my show the Saturday before Easter, apparently Illary Blasy will fill me in (getting ready for when she has to replace me?). I’m sure I won’t be missed by the public, after all, Illary is just another pretty blonde. She only lacks the fast talk but give her one year presenting CD:Live and even her will be able to say ten million phrases in ten seconds flat.
Observation of the day: Just because soccer player Nesta was seen wearing a shirt with my name sprawled across his chest during last week’s game, doesn’t mean that I’m going to suddenly start fancying him. Sorry hon. But perhaps I'd make an exception for Beckham or Buffon.