All Rivièra Maison stores had cleared their shop windows and made them available to decorate Linda’s Winter Month, which had its first broadcast on SBS 6 on Sunday evening. Hidden between a huge log cabin and pine branches and Christmas trees and games on the table and cozy blankets and cozy candles and a crackling fireplace and nice fluffy pillows and piles of wood blocks, Linda de Mol sat with an oversized golden link chain around her neck.
She hoped, De Mol said in her welcome speech, for pleasant conversations by the fireplace. A few days ago she had covered herself against the ANP: “I’m not looking for scoops. I just want nice and open conversations. “Well, we knew that.
Guests in the first episode were Floortje Dessing and Mark Rutte, who was announced by De Mol as ‘Prime Minister’, but – as Kustaw Bessems predicted in his column last Saturday – was actually the party leader of the VVD.
The first question was immediately relentless. Teflon Mark, said De Mol, would not own any pans at all. And Rutte immediately raised the white flag. He did have pans, but he never used them, he freely admitted – “never at all.” The last time he cooked was in 1988. What do you mean no scoops? But when he went shopping – De Mol smelled blood now – he didn’t buy things that should be put in a pan, “say?” No, Rutte didn’t. “But that’s normal in New York.”
Floortje Dessing in turn had only been away for 25 years and this year for the first time at home for a long time, so she now learned to cook. She had bought pans.
And so it went on for nearly an hour and a half, rippling like a drying brook. Rutte told about his hobbies as a small child, Dessing told that she had played the recorder and triangle. Rutte about his time as a student, Dessing about winning a Televizier ring. Rutte acted as a normal man with a normal house and a normal television and a normal number of cars. Dessing, in turn, showed himself to be the modest world traveler who actually has nothing to do with luxury and who is still so nice and ordinary. At set times, Rutte threw out a “hahaha”.
The stifling endlessness of it all was occasionally interrupted by an at least as endless commercial break, which consisted of a string of sickly, very sweet supermarket advertisements with a crying Thomas Acda or a sympathetic Moroccan bus driver who brings someone’s lost wallet home and then with that mister a snack. eat along.
At the end, De Mol read the so-called “stupid lists” that Rutte and Dessing had made. Dessing’s list included “that people no longer believe experts”, “people who want to beat up others for Black Pete” and “Trump”. Rutte’s list: “complain”, “staples”, “have too much stuff” and “Christmas Day”. Then goodie bags were handed out and then it was – finally – over.
