CURRENTLY UNEMPLOYED, I have a recently graduated sister, an overprotective mother [woe to me if I operate the washing machine and vacuum cleaner on my own, because "still, a grown child, about 30 years old, but always to be kept in cotton wool, eh"] and a father who at 18, when I was listening to ultraPop mixed with Banco, Formula3 and Pfm [discovered thanks to my parents], called me inconsistent and immature, and who now in his spare time plays and listens to Tool, QOTsA, Nirvana\Foofighter, two or three niche grunge bands, Public Enemy, Gatti Mezzi, De André, AreA, Linea77, Marco Ligabue, Rod Stewart, Frank Zappa, Blacksabbath, Nine Inch Nailz, Prophet of Rage, early Depeche Mode, Bluvertigo and Timoria, Ultravox, Joy Division, Led Zeppelin, Ramones, Delirium, Weather Report and Marlene Kuntz. You might say... then everything is normal and I should just bowe before such an "excellent and broad range of preference"?! Yeah... TOO BAD THAT ON THAT NIGHT I WANT TO WATCH THE FULL REPLAY OF THEVOICE* [even the auditions] PUNCTUALLY THERE, Horror of Horrors, HE EVEN BEGGED MY SISTER, WHO SINGS WITH A CHOIR, TO GO ENTIRELY AGAINST THOSE AUDITIONS. Ah well, to explain, I have two [if not three] of my uncles who believe that the ex-premier Renzi is a forty-year-old Joçè Mujìca and Maria Elena B. is the Italian Wonder Woman of reforms and equal opportunities, justifying one by one all the others who hold and will hold the reins of pal[c]azzo in the medium-short term, which frankly we certainly would not have wanted to elect there, with the ITALIOTICUM of the mega-mint Napolitano at the Quirinale, in good agreement with UDC, PDL and "polo della sòla".[which, if you think about it, "polo" here can mean jackets, plural]. Finally, I have two odd jobs behind me, zero pets, a phlegmatic uncle who never takes sides on anything, and a pretty good cousin. As soon as anyone who still can improves, I'll say so.
Let's be clear, I have my little imperfections, and here I stop
*The first one with Pelù didn't even displease me
