I see you’ve set aside this special place to humiliate yourself in public.

Dery can’t be Galliano – he’s into women. He could, however, be Berlusconi.

[Daphne – Perhaps he’s into women in the way that some men who aren’t into women are: what they’re wearing and other details. In my extensive experience over some 30 years, heterosexual men never notice what women are wearing unless it is utterly revealing, but only whether they look good or not.]

In this interview, it was the first time that I could analyse his eyes closely. His eye movement is very peculiar.

The bit where Larry King asks about the Iranian President is bizarre. Gaddafi’s short answer was that he did not have a view, but the translator keeps talking. You can see that Gaddafi gets agitated at this point.

So sometimes, besides wondering whether it is him, I also wonder if the translators are really translating what he is saying.

It’s like an “Elvis” syndrome.

[Daphne – Oh, I don’t mind being criticised, Dery. I’ve had at least two decades of it. The mystery to me is that there are people who, despite the long-running evidence to the contrary, still believe I care what they think about my clothes or appearance or anything else for that matter. I wouldn’t care even if I respected them and their opinion, ahseb u ara when I really don’t. Maybe they think I’m an insecure 16-year-old or beset with an inferiority complex and a need for acceptance like them. As for giving people serious stuff if I want to be taken seriously, that’s the ‘Italian intellectual’ mindset which also besets some Maltese. I was raised on British culture, in which wise men play the fool and are more effective for that.]

I find it ridiculous that you attack a male politician for the colour of his shoes or tie and then you go out wearing that sheep thing. You still looked like a wooly sheep whether you think you have a mannequin body or not. Take it from a man who is into women but not into ‘fashion’.

[Daphne – Ah, but the thing you don’t understand is that I am quite happy to look like a woolly sheep and occasionally, even like a tiger or leopard. I find it rather perplexing that you should assume that women go to anti-Gaddafi demonstrations dressed to be attractive to men. Perhaps this is your definition of being taken seriously. Now please, on to the matter in hand, or we shall begin to think that you are not a serious person.]

[Daphne – It is precisely because you are no fashion guru that you don’t understand that cardigan (not jacket) was designed with somebody like me in mind, as opposed to somebody short, small, teenaged or fat. Cardigans are eminently sensible for middle-aged ladies like me. Now had I been wearing low-slung tight leather pants or a revealing Lycra dress, or the sort of clothes favoured by a certain magistrate who is exactly my age but rather unfortunately shaped, then you would have a point. But then perhaps I never had to learn the hard lessons you had to learn about what looks good in adverts and/or other people/mannequins not necessarily looking good on your, because I was mannequin-sized and mannequin-shaped for most of my life and that kind of spoils one. It is precisely because I had such a good run that you won’t find me hankering after Lycra now, as so many of my deluded contemporaries do. So it’s woolly cardies for me, even if you don’t like them.]

Iva, Gaddafi ghandu mhux double imma hemm xi 4.

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