Forget it, Leo: the only hip category you fall into is ‘hip replacement’

Madonna, how cool he is. Just look at 1980s Leo Brincat there in the jumper. It's enough to drive Marlene Mizzi wild.

Herr Flick follows and retweets Rolling Stone (the magazine, that is). How pathetic. This is not about age (far be it), but about total – if I may borrow a word from the owner of The Smile Centre – dorkdom.

Leo Brincat wasn’t even hip when he was young. When he was middle-aged, he wore over-sized nylon King of Dorks jumpers. Now, he looks, thinks, acts, speaks and behaves like a constipated accountant raised as an only child by an overbearing religiously widowed mother.

OK, so maybe he’s got a Walter Mitty life in which he’s Jimmy Page. But the cognitive dissonance between the reality of Herr Flick and the world of Rolling Stone? Amazing.