Sunday, November 26, 2006

Cyntherea What Happened

High Rating

I remember AltoGradimento beautiful and poor transmission radiofonica.Caldissime days of August, irretrievable row from the sea to return home. Final block at the Air Force and there, the explosion of Pa Pa Chiappala Chiappala Scarpantibus and misadventures of prof. Aristogeiton and galactic adventures of Raimundo Navarro sent into space and forget about them. And then the music. It was the only place where they passed groups more or less impossible: The Squallor with was 38 July and a group of which I Pandemonium would like to know the ...... I remember Spalluzza

Friday, November 17, 2006

Patch Placement For Brownie Vest

Sandokan

I remember when TV began broadcasting on Sandokan Sollima lost all control. I read and reread the books of Sandokan, I traveled on those pages so virulent that the idea of \u200b\u200bseeing a television transposition of the story upset me. And I began to follow the series episode after episode in a state of elation that I had never tried before. It was a constant stress: the Tiger of Malaysia, the sampan, Yanez, bad Brook, the parang and kris Malaysian tigers, praha full of soldiers, Mompracem, the Pearl of Labuan, the forest, which Giro Batol before his death takes away a squad of soldiers Brook, fat and big Sambigliong. It was an extremely strong.

Sunday, November 5, 2006

What Gang Does Black Belong To

I remember I remember the mangiadischi of Lesa

blue and white. With roller black to adjust the volume and a red lever that served to move the rate from 45 to 33 laps. Perhaps even called Lady or something like that. Ate tirelessly discs. Before those Fairytale Fabbri Editori, which is invariably closed with the song ".... the disk clicks and you will see a bit of 'stop .... stop ...." and then the REAL music! The 45 laps of the 70. The disk was pushed slightly and .... disappeared inside. Ate. And you wondered, what now? Now part of the story fascinating. First on one side and then ..... Push the button and turn black for what will be the end. Push the black button and you hear another. The red lever allowing you to create magical effects, the sweet voices that told the stories about 45, became the strange deep voice at 33. I could hear the old records of my mother and my father who still cherish: Aurelio Fierro, and many others of which I do not remember the name. You could take it anywhere, thanks to its handle, which also served as support and thanks to the huge pile "torches" huge, round and heavy. But we will use again? My mangiadischi Lesa still works!! I remember Spalluzza