Likewise “room for a pony” – I think wasted humour – unfortunately.

city+sophistication = polished

Maybe because those areas had been left to their own devices as soon the war broke out and the language question closed. I make particular reference to the third, fourth, fifth and sixth districts.

True, it was a necessity, but it also meant any microstructure was left to face his initial moves. The PN was in tatters and Borg Olivier had decided to turn the page.

No British bases, no dockyard, no urban traffic to speak of, and no PN either.

Mintoff soon found his chance in religion, creating a division in the name of the socialist struggle. One of his first moves was to duplicate village life, a parallel them and us and to hell with the meaning of celebrations supposedly meant to unite. The first Labour party clubs were all band clubs, or alternative clubs to the Azzjoni Kattolika.

It is not by coincidence, then, that Mintoff’s first struggle on a national scale would be against the church, its influence and the physical design of these communities. I wasn’t in the least surprised at the idolatry shown at his death.

Mintoff simply filled a vacuum left by the PN, sometimes he had his allies, sometimes these held back, explaining his erratic political moves, integration today, independence the morrow.

It doesn’t mean the phenomenon was absorbed without any ado, those who tried to resist in the early days, however, found themselves alone. The degeneration stands to this day, where the more grotesque the yearly spectacles, the better. People like me grew up making it a point to spend the weekend somewhere else. Problem is, these days, everywhere’s the same.

It wasn’t weakness, just the morphology, language and access to the place. What cannot be ignored is that throughout those crucial years up to 1964, this country flew the Union Jack, surely some responsibility lay in those quarters a well. Blaming Mons.Gonzi is too easy,

Hopefully our idea of access transcends the islands.
Which unfortunately I see as the latest victim of Labour’s repeated lie , a subtle no, where everyone gets to put their feet up and have a rest. Ghax Maltin, go figure.

Of course you don’t, I was just repeating something I get ad nauseum, and which if I may, contradicts the posit itself. To think it’s meant as a compliment.

With all this talk about sophistication and the city, maybe he’s just a metrosexual.

How can he go wrong?