U jxewxu lin-nies kontra l-Ewropa li qed titmaghhom u ggieghlhom jaghmlu l-kummiedji u iktar li qed taraw b’ghajnejkom stess. Dak fottiment papali nghidlu jien. Tal-biki mhux tad-dahk. X’ma twerzaqqx kontra l-Ewropa? X’ma tghix NO2EU? Il-pappa taghha diehla sew f’butha.

That’s good then. Your attitude led me to believe you got the wrong end.

Sorry, but i really do not have an fries for anyone, or chips for that matter. And I really am not in pain about it. It just ocurred to me whilst looking at some old company files, and I remembered that your subordinate had tried to pin a charge of illegal importation on me as some agent, whom your subordinate had clear sympathies with, objected to me parallel importing his products. You see, I was European then, not just now. Of course, your subordinate didnt succeed. To your credit, however, I have to say that you rubbished the whole thing.

Heq sas sitta ta’ fil-ghodu in inglixx

‘Pre-conceived child’ describes you better.

It did occur to me that you had a couple of French fries on your shoulder. Pleased to meet you again, and forgive me if I don’t recall the pleasure of our first encounter. What sort of swords did we cross that day? It seems you’re still in pain.

I wonder what the EPP dressed as at their party. Maybe little Andreotti-shaped leprechauns? And did Simon Busuttil dress as a nun? And what about Attard Montalto? Did he come dressed as Marco Pierre White? After all the guy does have a penchant for kitchen utensils. Ah well, to each his own, I imagine. But dressing up as a cow, udders and all, takes the biscuit.

Kev, according to you it looks like some kind of protest against Mad Cow Disease…..what exactly is it? A party? in the EU offices? In the EU parliament? This time not just Jesus is weeping. I am. With laughter, my friend. You are spoiling us. You really do. And if my life is as you say sad, well, rejoice, and be glad, because you guys have made it so much better.

We did cross swords once, you know, when you were some inspector or other. I won’t forget that day in a hurry. Maybe we can relive a moment or two of that happy instance.

The ‘Tour de Bureau’ is a party, Mario De Bono. That’s when staff and MEPs get together for a drink and a bit of fun (in several offices, each with a party theme).

As you can see, they decided to take a photo in the corridor, so that seven years later Mario De Bono could feel disgusted and very sad with himself. Don’t puke on this blog, please. Daphne would have to clean up.