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

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…]

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.

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.]

Purdie, you’ll have your day, I tell you. Just hang on in there, mate, body and soul. It will happen.

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.

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.]

It almost sounds like the “Malta’s sixth MEP” cliche.

‘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.