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Gakku insejt Socjal… Punt 10

God helps those who help themselves.

Maybe he should consult with Luciano’s Sat-nav just to make sure his yacht does not mistake Ghadira for Customs.

No, Lorry is dead.

Excellent work as usual, Baxxter. My sincere compliments.

Only that in the RIGHTS/TRANSPARENCY chapter, I thought it would end like this:

“In which his wife files for divorce, and returns that transparent négligé he’d bought her when they were dating. Mr Grey decides his only way out is an open door policy.
At this point, Mr. Grey discovers that he is actually gay and decides to come out on Facebook by joining the LGBT Labour and joins the “movement of progressives and moderates without a name.” Making the big mistake of believing that Joseph Muscat will legislate for same sex marriage, he decides that he will vote Labour at the next general elections.”

You know, my dear Ciccio, you may not be luminous yourself, but you are a conductor of light. You have provided, once again, a spark, and my inspiration is on fire:

THE ECONOMY
In which Mr Grey buys himself some quality time with a professional escort. Tkabbir ta’ kull tip.

FINANCES
Fis-sod. Enough said.

FAMILIES
In which he abandons his wife and kids for a younger woman.

BUSINESS
In which he sets up his own escort firm. With consultancy.

ENERGY
Of the mechanical type, with friction.

EDUCATION
In which he messes up his algebra and gets a severe caning from teacher.

WORK
Damn hard work.

HEALTH
In which he gets his monthly checkup at the urologists’. And discovers he has not just the clap, but a thundering applause.

THE ENVIRONMENT
In which he decides the only cure is to go back to nature, au naturel.

SOCIAL
In which he realises he has neglected his mates in favour of crumpet.

GOZO
In which he seeks solace in solitude. And finds spiritual enlightenment at Ta’ Pinu.

RIGHTS/TRANSPARENCY
In which his wife files for divorce, and returns that transparent négligé he’d bought her when they were dating. Mr Grey decides his only way out is an open door policy. So he leaves with a few muttered phrases about frankly not giving a damn.

We play ONLY music.

Or do they also play with your mind?

It is not even the contents page, because we do not even have the page numbers. If we knew the page numbers, at least we would have known how much beef there is in the fridge.