I wouldn’t mind buying a new car from this man. I heard that one of the promises he made is that as prime minister he will reimburse the registration tax.

As I understand from your rantings this Tyrell person comes from Ireland somewhere yet you say my postings are from Britain somewhere. Do make your mind up. IP Addresses are funny things. Not too long ago I tracked one myself and reported it’s user. Thing is you can bounce those from anywhere you want with a simple piece of software. If I could be arsed I could change my IP address to originate from Bidnija. In fact with a little bit of effort I could centre it on a specific address, say Dar Rihana. But to be honest I have better things to do. If I remember right there is one such piece of software which would probably suit you down to the ground called hide my ass.

[Daphne – You poor thing.]

The answer is now self explanatory.

And I wish you would stop using the Mr Tyrell stuff as I’m sure the gentleman would be upset seeing his name in your blog. Don’t remember telling you that I was from N. Ireland, but then I don’t remember telling you anything. You just like to assume stuff don’t you. By the way I don’t engage or indeed identify with the Labour Party. That’s just another assumption on your part. If someone speaks out against that idiot of a Nationalist leader Gonzi then it stands to reason they have to be a Labour supporter. You really are a sad little person!

[Daphne – You must have forgotten that you posted comments as James Tyrrell a couple of times, Mr Tyrrell. I simply matched your IP number. Not that I needed to – your style of communication and writing are instantly identifiable. I also know that you’re posting comments from Britain, not Northern Ireland or Gozo (that cussed IP number again) and then there’s your fake email address, in which you must insist on including the word Ireland, as in Beowulfireland. I’m neither little nor sad, Mr Tyrrell, but there are no prizes for guessing who is. I think you need an inflatable rubber doll. They come in both men and women shapes nowadays, I’m given to understand.]

Teleprompter, the Pope?

I have never heard anything so ridiculous.

The Pope reads everything off printed texts which are prepared for him by the Sala Stampa.

Embargoed versions are usually distributed to the accredited press before he speaks.

After he speaks the texts are posted on the website of the Santa Sede.

The Pope sometimes uses speech writers, that is true, but never teleprompters.

His speeches are invariably and meticulously vetted and proof read by a number of Vatican agencies including the Secreteria di Stato, the Sala Stampa and the Congregazione per La Dottrina della Fede.

The Pope does not have to fool people by pretending to be speaking from memory or off the cuff. He does not need anybody’s vote.

The Pope, only very rarely, says a few impromptu words usually in a light vein, after he has finished reading out the official text.

Teleprompter my foot.

I have had the pleasure of seeing Lawrence Gonzi speak off the cuff in public. He is a sharp man, quick as can be, and not one to fluff his lines. Muscat l-anqas biss joqghod hdejn sormu. Yes, it’s a crude expression, but it comes from a crude culture.

Would you buy a used car from this man?

[Daphne – Mr Tyrrell, not all leaders use teleprompters, no more than do all others for whom public speaking is a big part of their working life. If the Pope used a teleprompter, it’s probably because he’s a very old man with a defective memory. I did not say that Muscat is an idiot for using one. On the contrary, I said that I do not agree with the description because he is anything but an idiot. He is many other negative things, but certainly not that. Your level of engagement and identification with the Labour Party perplexes me – not because you are a right-wing arch-conservative, because people like that are naturally attracted to the Malta Labour Party. No. It’s because you claim to be from Northern Ireland but obviously have some kind of vested interest here unless you are an avatar for somebody who really is Maltese. And do please stop calling yourself Beowulf. We all know it’s you and you make yourself ridiculous. Beowulf is the name a 15-year-old dork would choose.]