Some people really know how to party
Ooops, put a picture of Robert by mistake
Back in the spring of 2002, somebody had the bright idea of organising a party to mark the 20 years that had gone by since we left St Aloysius College Sixth Form (it really was a bright idea, because the party was great fun).
The man who used to be chief organiser with soirees and stuff in those days resurrected his organising instincts and got a few of us together in a loose committee.
I hesitate to use the word ‘loose’, because Consuelo was one of them, but there you go.
We all had tasks. I had to phone people and track them down. Somebody else, who had close ties to the owners of one of Malta’s most beautiful hotels, had the job of negotiating a good deal for us on the cost of having our party there. Our friend the magistrate helped with the liaison.
The owner said it would be difficult, because those things are in the operating company’s hands, but that he would help, and he did. He came up trumps and we were really pleased.
Then suddenly, things went wrong. The hotel owner was bouncing off the walls, in a mad fury because he had gone out of his way to help us and ‘this is how we repay him’, and he’s damned if we’re going to have our party there and we can bloody well call it off.
Oh dear. Oh golly gosh.
Turns out that a member of our organising committee had decided to engage his young son in a seedy version of The Graduate. The young son boasted about it to his friends – doing a magistrate can seem pretty thrilling at that age, I imagine – and one of those friends thought the news so interesting that he told his mother about it.
His mother just so happened to be best friends with Mrs X, the hotel owner’s wife, and so she told her, as one does in these circumstances. The hotel owner’s wife challenged her son about it, got the answer she didn’t want, and told her husband. Both of them went ballistic.
Well, wouldn’t you?
And at our next organising committee meeting (the loose one), while we sat there frozen in embarrassment, not knowing how to broach the subject of why we were suddenly having trouble with our hotel deal (it was sorted out in the end), our fellow member sat there brazen as ever, wearing – draw a deep breath – baby-blue satin skin-tight jeans and a bandanna.
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This is giving a whole new definition to the words ‘public person’.
How old was the young man in the story that you recounted? In the film that you mention the man was in his early twenties.
So are you going to reply? How old was the ‘son’? This is a vital piece of info in my opinion.
[Daphne – He wasn’t underage, if that’s what you want to know. If you can’t understand why the parents went nuts, then you – unlike me – clearly do not have sons that age. They went nuts for the same reason they would have if they had to discover that a middle-aged, married male magistrate with three children, who sleeps around, had gone after their 20-year-old daughter. It’s a predator situation.]
I don’t see anything illegal or even wrong if two consenting people have it off. I don’t understand why you are writing about this. Men want to boast of their conquests.
[Daphne – That’s precisely why magistrates shouldn’t have sex with too many of them. They blab.]
That is what this man did. In my opinion he was the dick in this story for talking about it. Real men only talk about their conquests in fictional terms as Vella Gera has done.
Adultery is older than the bible and it was decriminalised in Malta in 1973 by a chap called Mintoff.
Is that ‘decriminalised’ or ‘practiced’?
Let me see if I’ve understood you here.
Let us say, for a moment, that I am a married man whose wife is pregnant with my child.
I decide to embark on an affair with somebody – a magistrate, maybe.
What I am doing is not illegal; nor is it illegal for the other (consenting) person, despite her being a magistrate.
Some things in life are not illegal. That does not mean that they are morally right, either; nor does it mean that they are acceptable.
Sense a bit of ‘Eastenders’ in the whole sordid story. Daphne, you’re a star!
Oh come on, the guy’s father should’ve high-fived him and offered a cigar. We get it, this magistrate is an easy ride and from the pictures online you’d have to be pretty desperate to bang her, but the hotel owners did over react.
A high five for banging a woman twice his age who, to put it mildly, doesn’t quite look the way Bo Derek did when she was in her mid-forties? I hardly think so.
And to be honest, regardless of who the woman was or what she looked like, I would have still gone totally bananas if it was my son who ended up in that situation.
High-fived him? There goes an example of people with the sort of ‘male’ (no, it’s not always the men) mentality that is depicted in the much-maligned Vella Gera fictional piece. Well, obviously, that was only fictional insofar as it wasn’t autobiographical, because, as we can see here, it is closer to the truth than many would have liked to admit. No, MJB, the hotel owners did not over react.
They reacted as parents, who wish that their children, even as young adults, have the social morality to distinguish between acceptable and unacceptable behaviour. But they reacted also as parents who, even more so, probably wished that a more mature person and one who bears a heavy responsibility in Maltese society, (in ensuring, ironically, that in this society wrongdoers are brought to justice in an attempt to make the place safer for the rest of us), could actually not be trusted to uphold that same level of acceptable behaviour.
I say thank goodness there are still some parents who, if they do not exactly raise an eyebrow, at least do not high-five their children in these circumstances. Just because something is not illegal doesn’t make it kosher, does it?
Sorry, there was an extra ‘not’ there… I meant to say ‘could actually be trusted’…
When things are made public like this… don’t people usually resign from their public positions? Just saying…
Resign? Why should they? Adultery and making a fool of one’s self is not yet illegal in Malta. As far as I know, unlike priests, magistrates and politicians do not take a vow of chastity.
That their credibility has suffered greatly is beyond question.
Well Bill Clinton got impeached for receiving oral sex.
[Daphne – It was actually for lying about it.]
Just saying that a magistrate is a person who is supposed to be a symbol for what should be legally and morally right…
“positions” is so apt
Well, whether he lied about it or admitted straight away… I doubt he would have kept his office for long…
On behalf of the university students, I thank you for providing entertaining refuge during this time of distress.
I second this! We love you DCG!
I am starting to like this Consuelo.
[Daphne – I’ll give you her number.]
have you emailed it? I haven’t received it yet
Hu xebgha condoms mieghek…forsi dawk li jimporta Arrigo…
Lino Cert, I can just hear your moans.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzcDi9Cw3zo
Beware all you Siggiewi males, next time Musumeci is campaigning and comes round on one of his ‘home visits’, just make sure you’re there.
I used to have a crush on Musumeci.
She surely knows how to grasp the opportunity to fill every opening…….
This is getting very interesting. Soon there will be scores of twenty somethings pitching outside her house wanting a piece of the action. A deep throat magistrate is no mean addition to a twenty year old stud’s conquest list.
Rent-boy rat does the dirty but you can’t fault him for taste.
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/2832058/Dad-of-Year-John-Terry-did-dirty-on-best-pal-Wayne-Bridge.html
Lots of rumours used to go around about certain magistrates and lawyers having these exclusive white powder parties. I guess they weren’t far fetched then.
“Coo coo ca choo Mrs Robinson”…
I wonder if they get these juicy stories in good old Munich town! I once read of a sex romp with a female judge in Hanover or wherever… similar story to D’s latest Pulitzer one, except the judge involved looked like Claudia Schiffer. And that, dear friends, made a huge difference to the drama…. miaow miaow.
I agree completely. I suppose Consuelo’s public position might be a slight aphrodisiac, but otherwise I don’t know what else she’s got that she used to get him in the sack, and I would not like to find out.
“Realta” is kids’ bedtime reading compared to this sordid soap opera. So she could be in line to be the next judge (not at the European Court of Justice, I hope) while he could get a parliamentary seat through John Dalli’s by-election.
Sewwa jghidu ” Min (letteralment) hexa, mexa”!
What was she wearing at the 20th anniversary party? Did she keep it on all night? Were the boy waiters happy? So many questions!
DCG you have just made my day.
Many questions indeed Harry, like will her backside fit the bench when elevated to it in 2013?
And these people expect to command our respect. When a member of the judiciary becomes a subject of ridicule, there is only one way out………..and that’s OUT.
But then this is Mickey Mouse country.
Bless us, O Lord, for these, Thy morsels of hilarity, which we have just received from Thy bounty…