I start this feature in a bit of a dull weak; no relevant news, no shocking scoop (just to show how much we are addicted to Silvio’s boutades). Anyway, just in case in the last few days you’ve been in a igloo watching the aurora borealis, this is my week roundup.
- Bersani won the centre-left coalition’s primaries.
- Berlusconi couldn’t believe his luck. For the happiness he fucked off Alfano (his dauphin) and all his party, in a Pippo Baudo-esque delirium (You are here beacause of me!) and he went into bat for the sixth time, because, “the country is on the verge of collapse” and he – guess what? – is doing it for the good of the country and anyway he is just “besieged” by requests to run again.
- In the meanwhile, to warm up for the electoral campaign, he thought of responding to the economic development Minister (who had the audacity to say that a return of Berlusconi won’t be good for the country) by abstaining to vote in a crucial ballot, therefore sending to government into crisis mode.
- The President of the Republic basically decided he had no time for this and is convincing everyone (including Berlusconi’s party’s leader) to just keep calm, vote the stability law before the end of this month and then dismiss Parliament and vote in March.
- The Pope is on Twitter, with, not one, but seven different account. But he doesn’t follow anyone and he doesn’t tweet. Not even a small excommunication, a rerum novarum, nothing. But he already has almost a million followers.
- Last but not the least, Kate is finally pregnant (well, what else if not an oestrogen peak could explain that Farah Fawcett haircut anyway?) and just when I was about to do the Inspector Gadget villain-with-the-cat’s laugh thinking: how are you gonna pull off the Dukan diet now?, she just goes and gets hospitalised because she has this rare syndrome where she is just gonna throw up from now until the birth. Bitch.