Drive-In Saturday

I would have thought it was tricky to compete with English Saturday morning TV; Tiswas, Swapshop, No. 73, even SM:TV are all works of genius, but this morning I discovered something over here that eclipses them all.

The show is called Muévete and its your typical Saturday morning kids show running from 9 till 11 (though it is in Spanish). It features games, pop stars, a quiz and some banter with the hosts. Where it differs is in its use ladies. The kids are kept strictly to the audience where they’re encouraged to make a lot of noise, wave flags and so on, but the rest of the show all about the women.

Todays show included two women in bikinis sat on swings above a pool of mud, if they got a question wrong (I think) they were lowered until one was in the mud. The next game was tug-of-war featuring two teams of women, one in bikinis the other in hot pants. The losing team slipped and er, fell in some mud. The last game I saw had swimsuited contestants swimming in pools of water and scooping large live frogs out and in to a tank. The pop stars were encouraged to wear school uniform or dominatrix outfits and the hosts (all partially nude females) appeared to teach the kids how to grind your bottom against a close friends groin. A cooking spot, where the dish of the day seemed to be sticks and peas in milk, cooked by a nurse. Dancing filled the rest of the show with a definite emphasis on moves probably known as ‘The Bounce’ and the ‘The Shimmy’.

The director was obviously a man, and made judicious use of slow motion, whilst the children in the audience seemed to know exactly what was going on and were chanting for their favourite segments. Later on a body building fellar turned up to even things out but it was time to leave unfortunately. Have a look on YouTube for Muévete and you’ll get the idea. I’d considered learning Spanish whilst here, but you really don’t need to know what they’re saying.

We’re heading down to Philadelphia (the birthplace of the US, which peculiarly reminds me of England) for the weekend where amongst other things I’ll be learning to cook curry from an Italian. It isn’t that there is a lack of curry houses in our neck of the woods, there are a few that will even deliver it’s just that curry holds a special place in my heart (as well as several other organs) and for some reason I live in fear that a curry over here will be as good as one from home. So we haven’t eaten one yet.

If there’s time I’ll try and visit the cheese factory, run up the Rocky steps and add another amendment to the constitution regarding work visas, ladies, mud and Saturday mornings.