Comments on: Capons and turkeys

By: woman from the south

woman from the south — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 20:26:38 +0000

What I would really love to do is take a shotgun, go over to some balcony, and shoot the Father Christmas climbing into it. Oh, what a lovely daydream.

By: H.P. Baxxter

H.P. Baxxter — Fri, 07 Jan 2011 20:57:28 +0000

I know where Baby Jesus is hidden. I will only reveal this information when I receive a salary increase of 90 000 Euro, in non-consecutive banknotes. Then we can start to negotiate.

By: ciccio2011

ciccio2011 — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 22:57:55 +0000

In reply to Ian. Yes, she specialises in leather stuff.

By: TROY

TROY — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 22:57:16 +0000

Are we talking about the missing Jesus here or the missing Daphne!!

By: anthony

anthony — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 21:57:00 +0000

In reply to Ian. Certainly. She is a distant cousin of Ermenegildo Zegna. It is a favourite family christian name you see.

By: Bus Driver

Bus Driver — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 21:04:48 +0000

Extract from comment in The Times [of Malta, where else]

“the best thing the worker can do is just not got work its getting to a point they will have to pay to goto work not get payed and as long as the gov and the MEA are talking just the rich will service and the pore and so called working class dont mater any more this pleace is a joke and getting worse the eu no better all they care about is there pockets and so called eu for every body they only get involved when it suits them”

By: Louis

Louis — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 20:23:54 +0000

Welcome back Mrs Caruana Galizia. We really missed you.

By: Claude Sciberras

Claude Sciberras — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:21:14 +0000

We missed you, Daph – where were you?

By: marika mifsud

marika mifsud — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:20:22 +0000

Welcome back.

I always wondered why almost all the people who phoned on the various cookery programmes on TV and radio said they were preparing a ‘koxxa tal-majjal’ for Christmas.

By: Alan

Alan — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 14:49:06 +0000

Every time they steal one, I crack up laughing and tell the Mrs. that if I were 18, I’d nick every single one myself, just to sit back and watch the ensuing hysteria.

Moreso upon returning them all, in one place, a week later.

The grinch pales by comparison, but the entertainment would be priceless.