An ordinary afternoon in an ordinary bar. There is a bowl of chips on the table and the television is on silent in the background. He appears on the set of And now Sonsoles (Antenna 3) Javier Herrero, known as the blond from Los Pecos. I don’t know what he says, but I can see that he is still alive. Because conventional television channels have become a succession of celebrations of life, of nostalgia that has been painted over, of famous people we knew, who we wanted to be like. Of children who could be ours, who could be us.
This country continues to vibrate and relive the story of Angel Cristo and Barbara Rey, now through their descendants; Maria Jimenez and Pepe Sancho in the mouth of their son. The death of Carmina, The divine, Ordóñez, 20 years ago now, thanks to Francisco, Cayetano and Julián. We do not know if the ostracism was chosen by Isabel Pantoja through Kiko and Isa Pi. And he continues to insist on following that path. TVE premieres this week Bake off: celebrities in the oven and among its contestants are the biological daughter of Rocío Jurado, the youngest of Miguel Boyer, the third son of Julio Iglesias, the youngest of María Teresa Campos. And we don’t give a damn, as Ortega Smith would say, if their cake rises, because it’s about remembering those who preceded them, when neither they nor we had wrinkles.
Spain has not produced new celebrities for some time, not because there is no talent pool, but because we continue to feed on the past, when we thought of the future with joy. Because we would live better than our parents and the best was about to arrive. Now the future sounds like miserable salaries, impossible housing and climate change. We are left with the sofa and the screen as anesthetics. And television executives know it.
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