Mr. Attard, you remind me of Loris Batacchi.

C attard lanqas int imxennaq ukoll ja laqi

You got that right!

They were all the same then.

Many, many years I used to work with a person was engaged to a close relative of Lorry Sant and would therefore get invited to his house.

This guest was a very good chess player and Lorry Sant always insisted on playing chess with him (with ivory pieces, if you please). Lorry Sant had no clue how the chess pieces moved and used to just move them around at random.

The guest was always warned biex “ihallih jerbah” because if he lost he would abuse all around him, including his wife Carmen and would beat the dog shitless. .

I remember this ex-colleague relating the humiliation he suffered every time he had allow Lorry Sant to win (more than anything the dog being beaten up). Each time Lorry would tell him “imbasta tghid li int bravu, erbahtlek ergajt”.

What hit you most – the sight or his smell?

Like when trotting at the Marsa ‘tal-Inglizi’ in his Errol Flynn style. He was always ahead, with others trailing behind including his faithful on a serkin.

I have to say that E.L. James’s Fifty Shades of Grey is nothing compared to Mintoff’s sexual life.

It would be interesting to know if she had been given the usual advance warning, please, to avoid out-swiming Dom if he challenged her to a race. It was a routine precaution. Life for Mintoff’s entourage would not have been worth living, otherwise, for the rest of the day.

Bla Bla I’ll roger Daph. I think she’s very attractive and intelligent at least her brain is where it’s meant to be. Anyway your nickname says it all.

[Daphne – Oh for God’s sake.]