Tonight’s the night!
How exciting, ladies – the day has finally arrived, and it’s off to the hairdresser en masse in preparation for the fashionable soiree for the high society at Girgenti, the prime minister’s summer residence, under the patronage of Mrs Michelle Muscat.
Feeling fashionable enough? Checked the expiry date on your The High Society membership subscription? Right then, and off we go.
Don’t forget to pack your invitation card and do remember to dress ‘smart’. You don’t want to be turning up in your shorts and trackie top for something like that. Thank God they had the good sense to tell you.
You might not have known, otherwise.
But whatever you do, don’t wear silver satin. Even Mrs Michelle Muscat knows never to do that again.
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Roast chicken, wrapped in tinfoil.
All she needs is a black tear and she would be a perfect pierrot.
Ara Cushcieri kif kiela min wara dahar il-prim.
Does she realise noblesse oblige excludes her pretentious crap?
Curious to see who’s the ton now. Predictably metric in content.
X’kienet dik il-libsa. Xi ftal tal-inforra tal-purtieri?
Their role models, whose children are now providing dress sense advice to Michelle, were known to economize in their twenties by fashioning dresses out of lining material.
You have me in stitches! Too bad it’s drizzling. Min jaf how many ‘up-dos’ are going to be ruined, jahasra!
Would any of The High Society like to borrow some jewellery from the original middle class, fresh from being on show at the Casino Maltese?
Where is her tin foil hat ?
Ara veru bravu/a l-hajjat/a ta’ Mrs Muscat, eh.
Din tas-satin m’ghandix hjata pulita xejn…tigbid fiha. U dik li libset ghal ftuh tal-parlament pastazata ohra.
So glad not to be on high society’s list.
So pleased to be normal me and not some unfashionable wannabe.
Couldn’t stoop lower than calling yourself “the high society”.
And incidentally, is high society now substituting high class? So is it low society, middle society and high society now? The only word that comes to mind is…..base, base, and absolutely base.
I’m thoroughly looking forward to an update about this ‘high society’ event.
Gosh that dress is ghastly!
I thought she had someone from the old middle class advising her on her attire. But apparently, she either doesn’t listen, or else she must have picked the wrong person.
A silver satin dress?
Really?
The look of the woman behind them says it all.
@ sonia
U il-hajjata kien imissha spjegatilha ukoll li is-satin ghandu jintlibes biss minn min ghandu il-figura perfetta.
Injoranti baxxi……
Leading by example, I would have imagined that mama would have tucked les twins away in bed on a weekday and not exhibited them at le fexin xow way past their bed time.
I stand to be corrected, but I really don’t think this was a child’s place, This is happening too often – most of us have or have had young children, but very few of us feel or felt the necessity to have our kids by our feet, far less other people’s.
Mrs Michelle Muscat needs some lessons in where children belong.
[Daphne – Taking her children with her is an arrogant and ignorant declaration of superior status: my children are the only ones here because only I can bring my children along as I am more important than you are. No other children were invited. But imagine if all the mothers of young children took theirs along with them as she did.]