Typical inane retort, Kevvy.

Rubbish, There was Villa Rosa and a number of entertainment spots in the area as well as a residential area .

What a pathetic view of 1970s Malta. Pity you had to return. Was this a better hell hole than the one you left behind?

Balls.

Yes. Dee. I do.

I hosted a world wide sales conference for my company here in ’74. One hundred of us stayed at the Verdala.The overall feeling was, ‘whoops’, where are we? Not good.

We had a scary, but fun experience, as our two bus drivers raced each other up the hill to Rabat.from Paceville, side by side, as we cheered them on. Thought we were gonners. But it gave me the impression of how fun-loving the Maltese can be.

The wine was undrinkable and the food was worrying. I don’t think anyone returned.

However, I fell in love with the rock and the people, even though they appeared to be fearful, worried and poor.I spoke with many of the locals in Rabat (those could speak English) and the hopelessness in their eyes spoke volumes. As you say, Dee, those were terrible times.

OK, we now live in a modern, fast- moving world that necessitates that we must tweak, from time to time, our approach to the external environment. Our government is valiantly succeeding, according to Eurostats.

But to put the reds back into power, with their assorted bunch of kooks, is sheer madness.

Shall we revert to the 70s?

http://i.imgur.com/ZS2JB.png

“We do not need to the chaos of the eighties”.

You forget the veritable hell of the seventies.