Ghax issa we’re all middle-class and we don’t use pitchforks
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January 7, 2013 at 1:22am
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Thank God. Welcome back and a Happy New Year.
Issa Malta taghna ikoll! Mela insew x’qalet Justine “Dawk mhumiex tal-familja taghna” u kulhadd capcap.
Jew meta irreferiet ghalina bhala “Sriep”. Jekk m’inhiex sejra zball, nahseb fl-istess darba li qalet li “Dawk mhumiex tal-familja taghna”.
Araw ftit b’min ser ikun qieghed jigi mmexxi pajjizna la jigi elett Gvern Laburista.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAtbWAZ3lJg
I’ve just realised that that’s meant to be the Maltese flag in their new logo. Why, then, does it have no George Cross?
It does, it’s that tiny dot on the top left corner of the white part of the flag.
To me, this logo is overworked. You don’t have to include sun, sky, sea, rocks, plants and flag to make a point – so in-your-face.
Written 200 years ago and yet so aptly describes Mr and Mrs Muscat ….
“Mr and Mrs Veneering were bran-new people in a bran-new house in a bran-new quarter of London. Everything about the Veneerings was spick and span new. All their furniture was new, all their friends were new, all their servants were new, their plate was new, their carriage was new, their harness was new, their horses were new, their pictures were new, they themselves were new, they were as newly married as was lawfully compatible with their having a bran-new baby, and if they had set up a great-grandfather, he would have come home in matting from the Pantechnicon [a London furniture warehouse], without a scratch upon him, French polished to the crown of his head.
For, in the Veneering establishment, from the hall-chairs with the new coat of arms, to the grand pianoforte with the new action, and upstairs again to the new fire-escape, all things were in a state of high varnish and polish. And what was observable in the furniture, was observable in the Veneerings—the surface smelt a little too much of the workshop and was a trifle sticky.”
Our Mutual Friend – Charles Dickens