[Daphne – No, I am not. I voted for divorce legislation.]

I didn;t know she had a daughter, so there you go.

Or was it hiding the redneck? I mean, all that exposure to the Gozo sun…

Aaaaah yes, that old adage: Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

The threat has specific hours: every other Wednesday, 19:00 to 20:40.

At least his wedding and honeymoon party kept him out of our faces for a fortnight or so.

And now that his euphoria is over, he’s back to blabbering to the media again.

[Daphne – Quite frankly, I don’t think there was or is any euphoria but quite the opposite. His behaviour and actions since his divorce came through and he acquired the ability to marry again have been those of a miserable man in conflict, trapped and panicking. The truth is that there was no way out of this one for him. The clue to the real nature of this relationship is in the fact that they move around in a pack of associates, and seem reluctant to spend time together alone, even on their honeymoon. What we will see now is a period of post facto resignation, after the months of emotional and mental turmoil which manifested themselves in all sorts of ways, from parliament to Facebook, between last October and last month.]

Mourning suit more like.

Sad little twat, isn’t he.

It helps protect the massive brass neck.

Although I wouldn’t be surprised if any joke turned out to be an actual record of what happened.