Charlie, if your country is so beloved why the hell did you leave? And since you left Malta which paradise did you choose to go to? Would be interesting to know.

What double standards – his team’s kids & kis own daughters were educated at the best schools in the UK since the local system wasnt good enough for their own, the snobs.

These too are today around 40 (except for Yana) and they are looking forward to their daddy’s last shot in government to make a couple of millions, and security over all their generations’ pension.

Seeing you are so enamoured of the People’s paradise of North Korea, why don’t you pack up and emigrate there? You can than have as much ‘junce’ as you wish.

Lord Lucan must be another one of those Sliema liberals. What an utter tool.

[Daphne – Yes, I know. Going out has become extremely trying. The trouble is that they surround themselves with like-minded people and are never exposed to real grown-ups from the real world outside, so they don’t know what actual tools they are and how undeveloped their reasoning is. They receive comfort from the fact that their friends and associates think as they do, and instead of questioning the intellectual abilities and maturity of those friends and associates, they question everyone else.]

Zimbabwe? Now who mentioned that little paradise of late?

Ah yes, Marlene Mizzi. Why don’t you go and have a chat with her about that country. She seems very knowledgeable.

http://daphnecaruanagalizia.com/2013/01/poor-marlene-mizzi-feels-as-though-shes-living-in-zimbabwe/

When I took a closer look, I realised it’s not the Favray portrait, but the Ambassadors Hall at the Presidential Palace.

That is the Antoine Favray painting of Grand Master Pinto, painting mid-18th century not the Louis XV. It proclaims the grandness of the order and the grandmaster as its leader. It was so well recieved that many wanted a portrait similar to it. You can see it at the Grandmaster’s palace.

Of course it wasn’t, but Agatha’s head seems to be part of the painting at first glance, especially if you’re seeing red in more ways than one. You’d hardly draw the head of a portrait towards the bottom of your picture.

Aye, but look at it this way: there were some brilliant old boys, Fenech Adamis, Demarco, Daphne, and on and on.

A bad apple every so often does not a bad orchard make.

Mind you they had me as well.