Too bloody right, Harry. “Gift of Life” my arse.

[Daphne – Let’s give the Tourette’s a rest, shall we?]

Put on your thinking caps, children. Now why could that possibly be?’

I just love predictions.

[Daphne – Don’t you. And aren’t you just lucky to have this blog to let you know the machinations going on behind the scenes?]

I’ll take a leaf out of Woods and show some consideration in my choice of words. Now that was one hell of a transgression against Villa.

Hey Baxxter! That ‘Super Guy in the Sky’ just won’t quit. He satisfies Christiano, then he goes and creates 12?, 15?, 30? chickies for Tiger. Oh to be fucking famous.

[Daphne – I don’t imagine they do. The one feeling a right berk now is John Dalli, who woke up to find news of his plan had leaked out, presumably even before he had bothered to brief the prime minister – hence the ‘Mind your own business’ response to a journalist who asked him point blank whether he had offered Harry Vassallo a post on his cabinet (he had). And there you have another story that Malta Today chose not to cover, when the newspaper would have had all the details even before the rest of us did.]

Let me put it this way, most of those who join the Youth Fellowship do it so they can do it with some desperate single filly pushing thirty. Horizontal worship, what. When I was a schoolboy (a hot crumpet burning my cheek, etc) I wouldn’t even “close my eyes during prayer”, as ordered. Prayer groups….tsk… God isn’t some girlfriend. “Turn off the lights, hon, I do it better in the dark”. I want to look God in the face, back straight as a ramrod, upper lip stiff, and standing to attention.

“Sir! Situation report, Sir! Of Universe by you created, Sir! Report total fuck-up, Sir!”

“Get out of my sight, Private Baxxter! It’s your fault you twit! It’s a “Gift of Life”, remember?”

“Permission to sp—”

“Permission denied, you c*nt! If you can’t fornicate you can’t fight, you know that! And if you can’t fight you can’t praise me! You should have joined Youth Fellowship if you wanted to dip your wick, you moron! Now fuck off! I’m busy creating another supermodel for Cristiano Ronaldo to shag. I need his endorsement as a celebrity Catholic dago. Fuck off, Baxxter!”

To Harry and Hans Peter, our little rascals: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMkXR_Fkl8Q&feature=related