Yesterday, Silvio Berlusconi looked like a broken man with Parkinson’s as he sat stony faced in parliament nervously twirling a pencil. The regular intakes of viagra seemed finally to be taking its toll. It made me very happy. This image reminded me of Thatcher’s tears when she fell on her sword and the sense of relief I feel is similar (like evacuating a particularly troublesome turd). The fact that there is no obvious contender to fill the gap he leaves behind is worrying but for now it’s just nice to know that will be gone. This time I sincerely hope it’s for good.
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Continuing a brief Icelandic theme, and a contender for bizarre story of the week.
Fellini was a randy sod. He was 60 years old when he made this movie but , even without the aid of viagra, there is little sign of a fading libido. Quite the opposite in fact, his fascination with women of all ages, shapes and sizes knows no bounds. Judging by the profusion of big bottoms and ample bosoms on display, the preferred dimensions of his objects of desire are decidedly Rubinesque.
