Christmas 2002 and I am drunk in a bar somewhere in Abruzzo watching an Italian quiz show on the television. It was two fifty-something housewifish nanas vs ‘Matrix’ (his actual quiz show name) who was dressed in a black leather and sunglasses like Neo and the gang out of the movie. One of the kids in the bar (around eight or nine) was upset because Matrix apparently sucked at general knowledge. I still remember his little voice going ‘No! Matrix no!’ as the ‘you lose’ chime played and Matrix slouched off set to applause.
Christmas 2002 and I am drunk in a bar somewhere in Abruzzo watching an Italian quiz show on the television. It was two fifty-something housewifish nanas vs ‘Matrix’ (his actual quiz show name) who was dressed in a black leather and sunglasses like Neo and the gang out of the movie. One of the kids in the bar (around eight or nine) was upset because Matrix apparently sucked at general knowledge. I still remember his little voice going ‘No! Matrix no!’ as the ‘you lose’ chime played and Matrix slouched off set to applause.
That shit was big for years. Good times.