The Second Half of the Prime Minister: more flesh-coloured synthetic lace
I don’t suppose you’ve forgotten the Dolce & Gabbana knock-off (buttoned on the wrong side) in flesh-coloured lace that the Second Half of the Prime Minister wore to the state opening of parliament.
Well, she must have a bit of a thing for it, because on her visit to Brussels – where she had no business being, let alone with her children in tow – she wore a bedjacket in a similar textile.
I checked to see whether it’s the same lace – you know, the dressmaker could have had a couple of bolts left over – but it’s not. The Brussels bedjacket flesh-coloured lace is synthetic and I don’t think the state opening of parliament flesh-coloured lace was.
I’ve got something else to say on sartorial matters, apart from the fact that Maltese gatherings invariably look really shabby and thrown-together, somehow, and it’s on the subject of Malta’s permanent representative in Brussels, Marlene Bonnici.
She’s got an excellent figure and the legs of a 20-year-old. She does not, however, have the age, face (she is, in fact, the perfect illustration of the maxim that above the age of 50, a woman has to choose between her face and her figure) or position of a 20-year-old.
Therefore a 1980s-style faux Goth ra-ra skirt in black tulle is most inappropriate to her age, her role and above all, the occasion.
I mean, for God’s sake.
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Did the Prime Minister pay personally for his wife’s and kids’ air fares, or are we paying for them too?
Mrs PM is on the OPM staff list, so one expects her expenses to be paid for by the state.
Hallas it-taxxi gahan.
Very true what you said about Marlene. Michelle looked uncomfortable at times, had that out of place look, and dressed badly for the occasion. Always happy to see Coconut looking sooooo smart.
Qisu xi party go xi kazin tal-Banda, Jew xi haga hekk insomma.
Who is the lady in the red dress? She seems clueless.
Vanessa Frazier
There’s Harry Vassallo!
Airbrush a hat and a broom and you have La Befana.
And what is the security man doing at the party? See 0.22 behind Dr. Louis Grech.
Security man from the tiny house next to X-tend Supplies ta’ l-Imrabat has gone up in the world (or so he thinks).
What’s Michelle Muscat wearing – a dressing-gown?
It’s more like a housecoat… very out of place.
I think I know what’s going on here, why Joseph flew his whole family to Brussels.
I just saw a clip at the European Council on TVAM, and everyone was grouped in threes and fours discussing things. Except for our Joey who looked forlornly on, outside a group around Cameron, literally twiddling his thumbs.
He’s getting tired of these councils where everyone ignores him so he decided to bring along his wife for company. They were in a fix about the children, couldn’t afford a nanny, so they had to come along as well.
Thank God there are people who are helping us have a good laugh. I am sorry to say that Maltese women in Brussels are not doing us honour with their dress sense.
The whole video looks like a Spring Prom for losers.
Will they remember Joseph Muscat’s advice?
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-22624110
Muscat was a frequent columnist in several papers.
In a column in the Labour weekly KullĦadd on September 19, 1999, Muscat said Eddie Fenech Adami wanted to burden us with EU membership that would prove to be the millennium cross.
Not only in Malta. In a column in the widest-read daily in Iceland, Morgunbladid, on August 1, 2002, Muscat advised the people of Iceland not to touch the EU with a bargepole.
Javveluna DEJJEM! Kemm huma antipatici.
Looks like a bath robe, belted and all.
I really would like to know what Michele’s salary is and what exactly is her role at Castille. Does she spend any time at all working at Castille?
Would a Nationalist MP please put forward a parliamentary question about it?
7000 euros for the car plus her salary must add up to much more than 500 euro per week.
Maybe she does like him going to Brussels alone….
Gravy train .
Did I see children roaming around?
Ara veru isu xi tiec tar-rahal.
What amateurs.