Gird your loins. This is to be Malta’s deputy prime minister and minister of home affairs.
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August 6, 2012 at 2:59pm
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Trying to pull off a Tom Selleck?
Looks like such a bright spark.
Thought there’d be something meaningful here, but its just pics of not-so-good-looking man.
What’s new?
[Daphne – I thought you’d be thrilled. After all, you’re planning to vote to make him deputy PM. He’s your man, Mandango. Enjoy him.]
Not exactly my cup of tea, but you know, I try to see the big picture. And I mean “picture” in the figurative sense of course.
Ritratt ma l-Empajer stejxin ma ghamiltx?
Quite a tuks you had there.
I don’t quite get the point of this post. You can do better, Daphne. (For starters, you could have picked one of him sporting his new hairstyle.)
I think the main reason he is unattractive is because it is so obvious that he thinks he is handsome.
A woman might, sometimes, get away with it but not so a man, very off putting when men fancy themselves.
Kemm hu ragel sabih.
I’d say he *is* a looker compared to the others, but then there’s nothing between them ears. Can’t have it all in life.
You sound more like someone who’d go for something between the legs, Josette Jones.
Jaqq. Please spare us.
Come back, Tonio Borg. All is forgiven.
Inspector Anglu can change his hairstyle, shave his moustache, lose weight, whatever, but the leopard’s spots will still be there for all to see.
I remember Inspector Anglu and I’m sure he remembers me.
In March 1984, Inspector Anglu called at my house at 5am and locked me up in a filthy cell just because I took a series of photos at a protest March against the Labour government.
You might impress those who don’t remember the 80s, Anglu, but you won’t impress me. Be sure of that, and shame on you.
That was the order of the day in those days.
My mother once remarked on the shortage of edible potatoes (the ones on offer were diseased and rotted through) at the greengrocer’s and, lo and behold, the following day we receive a threatening letter warning her to shut up or be shut up.
Another time, I had done few hours of voluntary work at the ‘Stamperija’ when somebody called me at work and reminded me how easy it was to fall off the motorcycle I used to get there.
And now they want to pontificate about freedom of speech as if they have any idea what it is. They’ll happily allow a story of sorts made up of a litany of obscenities strung together with a few prepositions but don’t you dare criticise anything to do with Labour or their governance.
Vera zibel.
Se ddum taghmillu reklami?
Question is, how many Angli of that type can dance on the head of a pin, when the example shown leaves such little room to spare when placed on the head of an elephant?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jsvs6F2-Vow&feature=related
Here’s another one,
https://dl.dropbox.com/u/4387323/Anglu2.jpg
Excuse the echo : NOT FIT FOR PURPOSE