Jaqaw Charlon bil-lijf?
Are you sure you're my brother Jose Herrera? For a moment there I thought you were Ronnie Pellegrini.
Did anyone watch Super One news last night?
I’m wondering whether they ran a big headline item ‘L-assistent kummissarju Michael Cassar u eroj fil-glieda kontra d-droga igiddeb il-Magistrata Laburista Consuelo Scerri Herrera’ – with rolling footage of the magistrate in her interestingly cut-away frock.
What about Malta Today this morning? I imagine it ran a front-page story featuring the magistrate in the brown anorak she wore to court last Monday (biex tkun bhal Miss Marple) and a page 3 description of how she thought Michael Cassar was a police superintendent forced to resign and prosecuted for taking protection money.
The ‘newsrooms’ at the Labour Party and Media Today must be humming with the effort of trying to get out of this one.
Wait for the story in which she mistook Saviour Balzan for Jeffrey Pullicino Orlando – or the one in which she thought Stephen Spiteri was Robert Musumeci but realised just in time that he wasn’t.
X’paprati.
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Daphne, do you have an e-mail address.
[Daphne – No, I’m a Luddite. [email protected]]
It seems the incident where she walked out of a restaurant with a policeman was not a one-off … she must have confused this particular incident with others she might have had.
[Daphne – Michael Cassar specified that there were no such incidents involving him. But yes, there were many such incidents. I remember one very clearly, for instance, at Malata restaurant. A young man about 15 years our junior came into the restaurant, went right up to her and played with her hair, she didn’t introduce us, got up, fumbled her goodbyes and hurried out with him. And one of the women at the table called out ‘Bye Consuelo! Time for bed?’ He wasn’t a policeman, by the way. He looked like somebody’s son, if you know what I mean – or rather you would, if you had sons that age. She was the main reason I stopped going to those lunches.]
That would be her hairdresser. She was running late for her appointment. But he was mute so he played with her hair, in internationally recognised sign language.
More a hair messer than a hairdresser.
I hope he didn’t steal her wallet.
You’ve got the story the wrong way round.
We are going downhill fast.
Speak for yourself.
No we’re not, she is.
Now, now boys – settle down!
Daphne, re your questions above, judging from the response so far, it seems no one watched Super One news yesterday, and no one read Malta Today.
Contrast that with 126,761 views of your blog yesterday, Tuesday 9 March, 2010.
‘Charlon bil-lijf?’
Maybe he’s preparing how best to get Magistrate Scerri Herrera mixed up with Judge Lino Farrugia Sacco when under oath.
Judge Farrugia Sacco
Ajma hej!
What’s wrong with him? Just because he is sometimes seen at Caqnu’s Wednesday night dinners with Consie? Caqnu’s Italian chef’s dinners are not to be missed.
I believe he’s the reason we had to sit through a lecture on ‘dating’ married men on our last day at a certain convent secondary school
Forsi regghu serqulu l-wallet jew ic-cwievet tal-karozza miskin!
Daphne, nahseb anke Kev bil-lijf
qazistna ta issa kulhad jejd bik galizia xarukza
Tista taqra l-orizzont minn flok tigi hawnhekk.
Smajt li kellhom artiklu jismu El Masturbador, li probabilment jixraqlek.