Chronic Martian

I openly admit I’m a regular viewer of “Crónicas Marcianas”. There isn’t a single night (whenever the show is on, of course) that I don’t turn on the TV in my bedroom to enjoy what some people consider trash TV; even so, I find it entertaining and it helps me fall asleep. Thanks, Sardà.

Thanks as well to the sheer talent of Carlos Latre, the boldness of Deltell, and the uninhibited yet intelligent glamour of Boris Izaguirre.

All this despite the fact that the show misuses the concept of “freak” (at least in my opinion) and despite Rocío Madrid, whose role / character in the programme I still don’t quite understand.