Martin, seems that you like what you see there. Go for it, man. She’s a blonde, so I am sure that you can converse with her on a level playing field.

“Kemm hi sabiha u għadha żgħira din. Kieku taraha Daphne tifferoċja”.

[Daphne – A typically stupid comment, Martin. It should occur to you that with three sons in their 20s, there are always beautiful young women around – and I can tell you for a fact that I find it a whole lot more pleasant than the company of gnarled, envious and bitter Laburisti like you. Given that you are, presumably, a man, you should be more concerned about HER reaction to YOU, unless you are also homosexual and too frightened to admit it: the chances of her finding you even remotely attractive are…what?]

It’s uncanny but as soon as I saw the photo – without actually reading what you had written – I thought exactly the same thing. Incredible. They LOOK hopeless.

Joseph Cuschieri ma jafx x’ qed tghid. He hasn’t got a clue. Joseph Muscat seems to be contemplating the construction but can’t quite grasp it and Michael Farrugia’s mind is clearly focused on how SHE (the concierge) is “constructed”.

Is that like “Taht it-tinda ma’ Joseph”?

Why do you have to bring HIM in the picture.

Don’t you realise that some might feel offended ?

Thanks Daphne, even at my age I am always eager to learn.

Ties and jackets should be de rigueur for official visits, and anyway a well cut suite can conceal a middle-aged waistline.