Elena Zammit Lewis nee Bagollu – Michelle Muscat’s social procurer
This is now completely ridiculous. Whenever Elena Zammit Lewis is invited, with or without her husband the cabinet minister, to any party where she thinks there will be a rich seam of society ladies worth mining, she takes her new best friend Michelle with her.
Literally NEW best friend, because back in the day before she found herself married to a Labour politician, Elena Farrugia (or as she is known in my old neighbourhood, it-tifla tal-Bagollu) wouldn’t be seen dead with anyone so common, let alone haul her about town like a prize acquisition.
It’s been going on for a couple of years now. “Let me introduce to somebody important – maaa, she’s really sweet.” “Have you met Michelle?” “Do you mind if I bring Michelle Muscat?” “Would you like to meet Michelle Muscat?”
Elena ZL even took Michelle Muscat along with her to her birthday lunch with her old St Dorothy’s Convent friends. Anyone who she knows, who walks past the two of them in the aisle of a plane, gets hauled in for an intro: “Do you know Michelle? Come, come, let me introduce you.”
It was bad enough when Michelle Muscat was married to the Leader of the Opposition. Now that she’s married to the prime minister, Elena’s constant and repeated introductions to all and sundry are not just pure bad manners, but a total breach of protocol. It is the prime minister’s wife who should be introducing Elena to people, and not the other way round.
It is demeaning and unbecoming for the prime minister’s wife to tag along with a minister’s wife as her hick-friend-from-the-sticks-who-doesn’t-know-anyone-miskina.
Just stop it. Please. People are talking.
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Sotheby’s! My my, how times have changed. Back in my day it used to be the slave market in Baronne Street.
‘Do you know Michelle?’ – ‘No, and I don’t want to get to know her.’
Procuring women ‘friends’ instead of procuring women. Dr Elena Zammit Lewis, the Dr Stephen Ward of contemporary Malta.
Is she a Dr.?
[Daphne – Yes, she’s a notary.]
Everything is topsy-turvy here.
In other countries lawyers are plain misters and physicians and surgeons are called doctors.
Here doctors and surgeons are called misters and lawyers are called doctors.
Nothing impressive.
Michelle has a nice handbag.
Her hands are not bad either.
She is so, so, so thick. And that’s where her superiority complex comes from: total lack of self-awareness, for which intelligence is required.
Bull’s eye, Selit. Couldn’t have said it better.
Brown-nosers..
There are mannerisms….and there are mannerisms.
I’m not surprised at all that Hon Herrera has proposed three carnival editions for our country. We’re getting used to a PL Carnival on a daily basis.
Gejjin bis-Sothby’s l-ohrajn. Dawn x’iz… hasbu li ha jattiraw il-propjeta ghall-multi-miljunarji meta l-Prim il-gdid qas biss gab investiment gdid barrani wiehed minn mindu tela’.
I sincerely do hope that on my next Air Malta trip – or anywhere else for that matter – the Good Lord will deliver me from meeting our Bagollu’s daughter and her horrid new friend.
Sotheby’s is an estate agent in this case (realtors actually, they are American).
And as far as I know a surgeon is always referred to as Mister. It comes from the days when ‘doctors’ looked down on surgeons (essentially barbers – the old red and white striped candy pole outside the barber’s shop symbolised blood and bandages).
Surgeons turned the tables round and turned a put-down into a badge of honour.