Another fashionable event for the high society
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July 5, 2013 at 7:30am
Last weekend Burmarrad celebrated its usual feast. I watched the fireworks from the verandah but at street level earlier, the show was apparently a lot more amusing.
A member of my international worldwide network of spies, this time in the village below, sent me this photograph and a description of how Michelle Muscat, the prime minister’s wife, stood regally at her front door while waiters in full rig, complete with waistcoats and black bow-ties – were they police officers? – issued from her home bearing trays of food for the starving multitudes.
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Oh my god! How offensive.
Is she thick or what?
Can someone please, please tell her that certain things are just not done.
How sweet. Miskin.
Good morning Daphne,
Sorry for being such a stickler but if your network is “international” then it follows that they are “worldwide”, Isn’t that a bit of a repetition?
[Daphne – I forget that people take things completely literally in Malta and fail to put them in context. It should be obvious to anyone who reads my stuff that I know what international and worldwide mean, therefore it follows that I use them both deliberately, and that it’s a standard joke.]
U iva, yes, I know. I quite like it that way; more dramatic.
Lighten the Eff up, Anthony.
No, it does not follow.
Honestly, Jesus wept.
Not that Ms. Caruana Galizia needs any assistance with her excellent English, but I would point out that “International” does not also mean “worldwide”. Thus a treaty between just two nations is an international treaty, and it is definitely not applicable worldwide. I could give many other examples but why bother when Ms. Caruana Galizia is giving us the creme de la creme of information which even the national dailies fail to give us? Missing the wood for the trees, are we?
Michelle’s transformation into Eva Peron is almost complete then.
Malta won’t cry for Michelle Muscat, she needn’t worry about that.
Haha! That was also my first thought.
Now I understand why there was such a long queue along the coast road! We couldn’t understand the reason…took us ages to get to Golden Bay. We actually spotted the celebration as we moved forward, little did we know what it was all about. This explains it all.
And the front door and the faccata are freshly painted “tal-festa”.
Oh, the gingerbread men.
Is she really liebsa tal-evening? Really? For a village feast? And a village of 500 souls, at that.
Power has gone to their heads. They have completely lost it. Evita Peron at her best. No doubt people were queing for free food too. Hopefully Mrs. Muscat will not present a bill for the catering services and food distributed.
Who paid for her private party?
It is immaterial whether the spies are worldwide or international. Daphne’s work is great, and puts to shame other people who dare call themselves journalists.
Does she think that we are living in the Middle Ages, or what? An insulting gesture and a poor PR exercise for her puppet-on-the-string husband.
Does she feed the hungry only on festa day, or can I go knock on her door whenever I don’t feel like cooking anything?
You can knock every time you have a Mallia fridge.
Am I interpreting the photo wrongly, or did they actually halt the procession for the altar boys to nibble?
Litteralment, jahsbu li l-mod kif tmexxi pajjiz huwa l-istess (bejn wiehed u iehor) kif tmexxi kazin tal-banda li jiehu hsieb jorganizza l-festi ta’ barra. Dan-nies veru tal-biza.
Mill-banda l-ohra, l-idolu ta’ Joseph (Dom Mintoff) kien jahseb u jifhem (ghax kien jghidu fl-miftuh ma’ kulhadd) li t-tmexxija ta’ pajjiz qisha l-mod kif missier imexxi l-familja tieghu – bil-paternalizmu b’kollox!
Il-veru qatta’ cwiec fejn tidhol il-politika u l-governanza ta’ pajjiz. Daqshekk huma mijopici.
‘Qas biex imexxu Kunsill Lokali ma’ huma tajbin, ahseb w ara.
It cannot get any more ridiculous than this, can it?
Ara verament criecer
Were the waiters only allowed in the half open garage ma jmurx ihammgula l-art?
meta ha titghallem thalli in nies jighxu ghal kwiet??u meta ha tibda iggib il kummenti tieghi??or maybe I should write in english??when are you going to start publishing my comments????
Li almenu kont tikteb Malti korrett! There is no obligation to publish comments. This happens to be a privately-owned blog.
Kemm hi banali
And meanwhile El Toro tries to impress Europe: http://www.independent.com.mt/articles/2013-07-05/news/pm-will-definitely-consider-using-veto-to-obtain-eu-help-1995964420/
Għandek tgħid lill-poplu diġa ġabuh jittallab għal-loqom.
So you’re telling me that there were no actual guests, but the waiters were serving people off the street?
They’re still following hero stories aren’t they? It’s very similar to the parable where no guests turned up for a wedding, so the host ordered his servants to pick up people from the streets.
Honestly, these people are so tacky, they’ve reached levels I’be never heard of before.
I hope no one dared to ask for more
“let them eat pastizzi”
She’ll be opening a soup kitchen soon. Doubt it was her own money she was spending though.
Photos of HRH Muscat from the August Moon Ball will be priceless
Eva Peron, feeding the peasants.
Lord and Lady Crawley of Downton Abbey distributing largesse to the starving tenants of the manse.
Feeding the pigeons.
That’s a good way to get noticed, having a waiter with a bow-tie in front of your house.
This is incredible.
in Santa Evita style.
Did Lady Elena Farrugia Zammit Lewis Camilleri Zammit Bruno approve?
Looks like she is now doing very well with her husband’s salary, and no longer has to cook soppa tal-armla or minestra or whatever it was, minhabba l-gholi tal-hajja.
Kongretulajxins Me shall, u welldan.