He’s capable of stealing a lot of things, but certainly not a date. At the appointed time, Gérard Majax is there, wedged at the bottom of a seaside folding chair, on the paved terrace of his Yvelines resort, itself nestled in the forest, on the edge of a cold river. His magician’s hand greets you with a slow, elegant gesture. ” Welcome ! » We are in the vicinity of Houdan. If the spring sun didn’t make such an effort to herald summer, you might imagine yourself on the threshold of one of those mysterious millstone thebaids around Paris that Patrick Modiano drowns in the melancholy mist of his novels. There is something of that, moreover, in the blue eyes of our host: mystery, melancholy, romance. For the aperitif, it’s a little late or much too early. To taste it, we no longer have the age. Two coffees, including one without sugar, will do. Nothing better to awaken memories.
” I like Paris. As a child, I discovered the adventures of Mandrake the magician there in “Le Journal de Mickey” »
Gérard Majax remembered ours through a little presidential sentence dropped in the middle of the debate between the two rounds. Big success. Since then, his phone has not stopped ringing. Televisions and radios want it live. The gazettes made their headlines. “It’s not unpleasant. But I find it incongruous to have been cited as a reference in one of the key moments of the campaign. The next day, when Emmanuel Macron called me, I thought it was Laurent Gerra who was trying to trap me. I said : “Stop your bullshit, Laurent, I recognized you!” It wasn’t him. » At 79, here is the great magician in the skin of the little rabbit, emerging from a top hat at a very prime time. The sprinkler watered. “Error: I have never taken a single rabbit out of a hat. On the other hand, I managed to get a hat out of a rabbit. » We did not have time to verify the information. And the animal is no longer there to testify.
But not all French people have forgotten the exploits of Gérard Majax. From the early 1970s when, alongside host Vonny, he captivated viewers of Antenne 2 with “Y’a un truc”, to the end of the 1990s when, in the company of host Jean-Luc Delarue , he bewitched the faithful of France 2 in the program “C’est l’heure”, he was one of the real stars of the strange skylight. Michel Drucker minus the hypochondria; Guy Lux plus the phlegm. He did not changed. One or two kilos more, perhaps, and white hair but the same watchful gaze, the same shy smile, the same face with a more or less trumpet nose, the same perfect diction and above all, above all, the same voice. charmer. Moss and vine. You would think she was mixed with an accent from afar, a bit Slavic, a tad oriental. Except no. “I was born in Nice, rue de la Préfecture, in the heart of the old town, on April 28, 1943.”
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