first of all mandekx ghalfejn titkellem ruhi ghax in-nies iridu jighxu hajjithom sewwa. 2nd of the arrgument nahseb we both know li kull min ghandu joghlli idejh ghandu xi ixomm. X gost tiehu tighd fuq in nies u fuqek ma trid il hadd jighd. Kemm nixtieq tohrog gurnalista bhalek mil-universita u toghqod seba ghajnejn fuqekk bhal ma toqghod inti fuq in-nies. Gurnalista vera tal-genn nice one and by the way if you know so much about people, people know everthing about you belive me because you don’t jugde people before you get to know them!!
u specjalment tighd fuqhom ghadek anqas taf il problemi li tista tikawzalhom leave people live there life or you will regrad this. BELIVE ME.

[Daphne – Now you know what I mean by pidgin.]

Oh dear, are you jealous now?

La Redoute – is it that long before you reach 16?

So says the power behind that particular throne.

You know what they say about those…behind every throne is a sh*t filled toilet brush.

Loose cannon? Surely you mean ‘headless chicken’.

Complete with the fake “tal-pepe'” accents

Birds of a the same feather flock together, as they say.

It’s the kind of thing that Super Wan would relish, were they not bit part players too.

I don’t think she denied it. Hardly anybody is mentioning because almost everyone – including those gagging for the smelling salts – is caught up in the thrill of Consuelo’s knickers and who might have gotten into them. Deliberately or otherwise they miss the point – it really doesn’t matter who got into those knickers. What matters is that anyone got in at all, leaving her exposed to the possibility of blackmail.