Comments on: Now for some light relief (oh dear): sex advice from the Lord of the Rings fans at Malta Today

By: Anna

Anna — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 14:28:44 +0000

In reply to ciccio2011. A ceiling mirror has a major disadvantage – it has to be wiped clear if the room temperature gets too hot and humid for some reason. Ciccio, for a minute there I thought you were going to give another reason why the ceiling mirror would have to be wiped.

By: Carmen Spiteri

Carmen Spiteri — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 13:57:58 +0000

In reply to mike scerri.

Yes, right. Matthew Vella, Raphael Vassallo, Saviour Balzan, Karl SN and Julia Farrugia in a five-way.

They might as well raise some funds for Super One while they’re at it.

The rest of us can just sit back and hope that one of those mirror-hooks snaps.

By: Artful Dodger

Artful Dodger — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 09:57:26 +0000

In reply to el bandido guapo. Matt Goering must have copied it from Malta Today.

By: TROY

TROY — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 09:22:58 +0000

In reply to ciccio2011. ciccio2011, Baxxter is not that old and it's not the blue pill he needs but a bit of self esteem, a trip down the yellow brick road and maybe the wizard could give him some courage.

By: Reuben Scicluna

Reuben Scicluna — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 09:15:39 +0000

In reply to ciccio2011. Wipe a mirror clean after having some fun? A CEILING mirror? I'm impressed.

By: silvio

silvio — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 07:59:50 +0000

Saviour is rather shortsighted, so I guess he must have very low ceilings, otherwise he will not be able to see the show.

By: Lord Snooty

Lord Snooty — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 07:06:38 +0000

Thank you all.- you made my morning.

By: mario farrugia

mario farrugia — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 00:23:15 +0000

In reply to ciccio2011. bravu Ciccio

By: mario farrugia

mario farrugia — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 00:22:40 +0000

In reply to anthony. i like

By: H.P. Baxxter

H.P. Baxxter — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 00:19:29 +0000

In reply to ciccio2011.

Cicco, Esq.
121 Foundation

Sir,

In my years of service to the Empire I thought I had seen it all: the dancing girls of Bali, the bearded ladies of Ulan Bator, the feline fillies of the Old Bazaar in Cairo, the pygmy ladies of the Upper Volta with their shaved armpits, the white nights of St Petersburg, the virgin white nights of Privé in Strait Street. But nothing had prepared me for this. A projector affixed to my bedroom ceiling!

Sir, it may be of much hilarity to you and your ilk to suggest such impossible Heath Robinson apparata, but my service pension is barely enough to cover my medication (two blue pills after Last Post), let alone the hiring of a street Arab to hand-crank Messieurs Lumière’s magnificent invention. Besides which, winching the little manservant up to the ceiling requires cordage and strength of which I am denuded.

I am informed, however, that one may apply to Silvio Parnis, Esq., who appears to be a circus strongman much given to aiding old veterans such as myself. The cordage, I am told, may be obtained from a certain Dr Zammit.

All that is missing is the manservant. I am as

Yours, in pulsating trepidation,

Col. H.P. Baxxter (formerly 6/9 Battery, Royal Malta Artillery)