She lives in one such part of Sliema, too, albeit an older one – You know, just down the road from Sliema’s “baroque” house.

Yes, like reading Malta Today and drinking coffee at the Plaza at 3.00pm – I thought she was against the rape of Sliema – never thought that she would be relaxing in one such “raped” part of the town.

That picture of Astrid reminds me of Moses coming down from the mount and saving the Jews from themselves. All she needs are stone tablets with commandments written on them.

[Daphne – I won’t comment on the nasty or the bitch, because that’s a matter of opinion, but I am anything but little, have no spare time, and the reason bitches like Astrid, Marie – shall I run on? – resent me is because I have not one life but several, though not literally, of course, while their own lives are hideously circumscribed.]

Interestingly, that letter was filed through the lawyers Herrera and Dalli – wheels, within wheels, within wheels.

[Daphne – No, as if I bother. There are always a few on the back-burner. I’m very much at home on the witness stand. It’s always the touchy maniacs who sue – people with egos bigger than their – well, never mind. And it’s rarely about the facts: it’s invariably about their honour. Perhaps they should take my lead: in 20 years of being defamed, libelled and slandered by politicians of all stripes and very many others besides, I’ve only sued for libel twice.]