Memories of "brown tongue"

The one is called in the corridors of Canal, and whispered, "brown tongue" for a reason I will not go here for fear of my comment deleted by Amazon because dobscénité, who was the one of the last representative of the antenna fantasized "Canal spirit", Michel Denisot, therefore, since it is him discussed here gives us his first solo autobiography as a memoir.

Having held various management positions within Canal +, and chaired two French football clubs, including Paris St Germain, since September 2012, while continuing its activities on Canal +, he is the managing editor of the French version of the magazine Vanity Fair. So a man who is knowledgeable in the field of show business all azimuthes.

What to expect from such a book at once? Not much, of emptiness ultimately void that oozes from every port in the Grand Journal kept alive, probably in its final stretch by Antoine De Caunes we knew more inspired. Giscard dredge miss the weather? Talk about a scoop, Sarkozy speaks only of him? Are there still are people who were not realized? This kind of platitudes, the book is full but Denisot has the worries to give the best role, Mr loyal to whom one does not, sometimes even ridiculous a bourgeois gentleman.

In short, if one believes the 4th cover, one should treat the 1000 lives that took this man, we must take the word of his actions in Chechnya or elsewhere shine, it is particularly note the book of a man with oversized egos, decency underneath everything, swollen with pride and conceit of money ... The spirit Canal? Hide me what I know C will see ...

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