So, your captions are in
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May 25, 2012 at 11:09pm
“Is that a microphone, or are you just pleased to see me?”
JC: “Hey look. Batteries not included.” JM: “I know. My wife has one just like it.”
“Issa Lil Din x’ser tghidilha?”
“Mmmmm. Ta’ Jason ikbar, imma.”
“Le, ta. Ghadni moralment konvint li ta’ Franco l-ikbar wiehed.”
“Was it good for you, too?”
“This won’t hurt.”
“This opens the doors to all manner of abuse.”
“Will you tug mine? Charles J says it’s a good way of showing affection.”
“Joseph, allura t-top students ta’ San Alwigi jibqghu jilbsu l-ingravata tal-iskola sakemm ikollhom erbghin sena?”
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“Mmmmm, tihux ghalik ta, imma ta’ Manu Maltes aktar niffansjah”.
“Ara, Cuschieri, halli nispjegalek id-differenza. Ta’ Manu Maltes huwa “a finely layered uncut cock.” Ta’ Franco Debono, it’s just cock.”
“Shouldn’t we be trying it on Daphne first?”
[Daphne – “Why, because Sharon’s not available?”]
Looks like kev needs one more than Sharon. He must be a little bit bored, miskin.
[Daphne – He doesn’t even have the one Sharon, it seems.]
“No, because we’d stand a chance with Daphne.”
[Daphne – Then they must be desperate, given what they say about me, Kevin. But don’t lose your focus. Your wife gives a very public impression that she’s rather bored on the home front. Perhaps you need to brush up your act.]
Was that a caption, Daphne? I guess not.
Actually she loves being at home, but her work takes her to places she’d rather not be. Quite unlike your situation, is it not, where only a long-awaited holiday relieves you of your Bidnija confines.
[Daphne – Getting defensive now, are we? I’m glad to know Sharon loves being at home. That makes one person who’s glad to be trapped in the thrilling suburbs of Brussels where, apparently, they haven’t even got anything as suburbanly thrilling as a wife-swapping party or swingers’ club. Bidnija is far, far more attractive than a Brussels suburb, and more interesting too. But the fact is that you can’t possibly ever have any idea where I am at any given moment, for the simple reason that unlike your wife and other crass chavs, I don’t tell the world on Facebook and I also make a point of carrying on as usual with this website to avoid having people know when I am not in Malta.]
Down here the neighbours are on a hello, goodbye basis, Daphne. Not the Bidnija-swappers type… and, sadly, no farming community, either. Although there are a few cow fields I pass by while walking the dogs and they do remind me of Bidnija.
[Daphne – Bidnija is not a city suburb, Kevin. It is a farming hamlet. Suggest a spot of wife-swapping and you’ll find yourself impaled on a pitchfork. If it’s only hello and goodbye round your neck of the suburbs, somebody’s leaving you out of things. And God, you must be really bored. What, don’t they even come round for a cup of sugar and a chat? Poor Kevin. All alone all day in suburban hell.]
I’d allow you to assume all you will, Daphne. It doesn’t affect me. But one thing I tell you, even if it’s not my style, you’d piss yourself with envy if you knew how beautiful this part of the suburb is, especially on a sunny day like today.
BTW, Sharon qed tqaxxar il-basal u l-patata fil-gnien (Maltese export, like us), trid nghidilha tqartaslek ftit u nibghatuhulek bil-UPS? In-naghnieh thobbu?
[Daphne – Spare me the hamallagni picture, Kevin. Or the suggestion that the view of a row of suburban Brussels houses is more spectacular than the view of the Mediterranean sea + 360-degree panorama from my hilltop eyrie. Minn qatt ma libes qalziet…]
I don’t need to imagine, Daphne. I’ve been to Bidnija, although I wouldn’t know which part of the mount you occupy. It could just well be a cave, you know, like Plato’s: http://youtu.be/d2afuTvUzBQ
Kevvy, why do you keep emerging from the depths of your delusions to get slapped down by Daphne again?
Masochistic tendancies?
Did you get your flatterer’s award yet, Purdie? If not, stay in line and try harder.
[Daphne – That’s right, get behind Kevin, Harry. We’re having a Fatal Attraction moment here, which makes it fortunate that I haven’t got a pet rabbit.]
He must be secretly in love with the enemy. It happens.
Not tonight, Not Tonight.
But the dichotomy of a grandiose know-it-all who knows nothing at all of substance while ridiculing the highly subtantial (about which she knows nothing) is a fascinating anthropological study in and of itself.
Purdie, you’ll have your day, I tell you. Just hang on in there, mate, body and soul. It will happen.
I see that someone’s already beaten me to it about the tie …
Just look at the loving look in their eyes. Surely it cannot be the microphone that is turning them on so much.
My tie’s full of autographs of all my classmates. I consider it personal memory, not something to flaunt.
It seems he didn’t get it.
“Ehxen minn dak dahhaltli, Joseph, imma xorta ahjar milli nkompli bhala waiter il-Magic Kiosk.”
From the Times :
http://www.timesofmalta.com/articles/view/20120526/local/EU-s-sixth-highest-electricity.421333
Headline reads “EU’s sixth highest electricity”.
Is it a teaser or slapdash writing and editing ?
It almost sounds like the “Malta’s sixth MEP” cliche.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2012/may/25/payback-time-lagarde-greeks
Ouch. IMF ‘s Christine Lagarde telling it straight !
Kev is the husband of Sharon – No to Europe – who are having a great life in Brussels (despite the lousy weather). Hypocrites and opportunisti.
[Daphne – Etil, Sharon is having a great life in Brussels (she’s from Rahal il-Gdid, what do you expect), but Kevin isn’t. That’s why he’s always here, sulking and pouting.]
Daphne you puzzled me. I had in mind Kevin’s wife was from Russia not Paola.
Look what I found.
http://www.timesofmalta.com/articles/view/20020514/news/ex-police-inspector-fined-lm300.175677
He resigned from the force prior the court sentence so avoiding the shame of being sacked.
“Ma nafx kemm ghamilt ezamijiet f’hajti, imma zgur li dan l-oral kien l-aktar iebes.”
“Ma nafx ta, irrid narahom hdejn xulxin biex niddeciedi.”
Hamalla pulita. Prosit kompli sejra hekk.
[Daphne – Maltese lesson: a ‘hamalla pulita’ is a hamalla who has smartened up. It is not a ‘pulita’ who behaves like a ‘hamalla’. In Maltese, the noun precedes the verb, unlike in English. So in this case, ‘hamalla’ is the noun and ‘pulita’ is the adjective. What you meant to say was ‘pulita hamalla’.]
Labour is not fit as an alternative government for Malta.
It simply hasn’t got the culture and political class to take this country to the next level of development.
It will be a mistake if Malta votes labour in office and run a very high risk of jeopardising what has been so wisely achieved over the last 25 years.
The Natinalist Party has given ample proof that it is the only party in Malta with the political acumen that serves the interests of this country.
‘It simply hasn’t got the culture and political class to take this country to the next level of development.’
I couldn’t agree more.
What they’re trying to do, is to propose a re-enactment of the PN’s work, a decade late, mistakes and all.
Have not posted comments for months, but a day doesn`t go by without me coming on this blog at least twice a day.
I have been your admirer and follower for a very long time. But it never remotely crossed my mind that you could be so offensive towards me, by generalising your comments about people who hail from Rahal Gdid.
I don`t think you may know each individual and family from Rahal Gdid, do you?
I can assure you that I am proud to come from Rahal Gdid, even though I do not live there anymore.
More so to come from one of the many respectable, well mannered, and educated families in this town. It`s a pity that you have disappointed me with your remark, because I never expected you to be downright offensive to a long time fan of yours, like myself.
This north and south stigma has taken over, it`s ridiculous, considering that if you roll a cent from Sliema it will find itself in Marsa.
[Daphne – Yes, Pat, I agree. It was a joke. I’m a big one for self-mockery, and I sometimes forget that it might come across the wrong way. I’m from Sliema, home to some of the greatest so-and-sos in Malta, from an area which we call the Lazy Corner (evne though it’s a whole neighbourhood and not just a corner). Manuel and Joseph Cuschieri grew up there, and I could say ‘They’re from Sliema, what do you expect?’ But my readers would have to know about the Lazy Corner to get that, so I don’t bother.The Testaferrata Moroni Vianis are from Rahal l-Gdid and still live there, biss biss. And please know that you are in my thoughts, but that’s on another matter.]
Cuschieri did better at the Magic Kiosk – at least he was a good waiter with a broad smile.