The Department of Information summons reporters and the prime minister avoids them
The prime minister is 39. Isn’t he a bit too young for a ‘gangala’ that size?
Reporters were called to a meeting between the prime minister and gold medallist William Chetcuti at the Prime Minister’s Office this morning.
But then the prime minister dodged them, slipping past them into the room where he met Mr Chetcuti privately, then letting Mr Chetcuti out through a side door while he stayed inside until the reporters were shown out. Mr Chetcuti spoke to the reporters alone.
Duncan Barry of The Malta Independent reports:
Prime Minister Joseph Muscat this morning avoided journalists after he met with double-trap shooter William Chetcuti at Castille to congratulate him over his Mediterranean Games’ gold medal win.
Journalists, who only managed to catch a glimpse of Dr Muscat before the two engaged in a private meeting in his office, were left with their questions unanswered after Mr Chetcuti emerged from a side door on his own.
The Malta Independent online had a number of questions for Dr Muscat on issues not related with Mr Chetcuti’s visit, including his drop in popularity and the John Dalli appointment following recent developments tied to his trip to the Bahamas.
Mr Chetcuti, who spoke to the media on his own, said that it’s the first time Malta won a gold medal in the Mediterranean Games, which were held in Mersin. Turkey.
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Why didn’t Joseph send Mrs Muscat to speak to the journalists? She’s standing in for him on so many other occasions.
“Illum jien hawn ta – Xi hadd ghandu xi mistoqsija hi”
Now we have a prime minister who’s shy of any limelight unless it involves visits to the Pope.
Or is it that he’s afraid of any difficult questions he might have to answer without his teleprompters?
Your second question is the answer. The prime minister appears to be one heck of a coward if he cannot face journalists.
Does his gym instructor know of any exercises for the chin area?
Chewing snus?
I didn’t imply nuffink. Honest, guv.
Did so, did so.
I don’t think he actually goes to the gym to be honest. I think he was just pulling a Mintoff stunt there, appearing all butch and macho to appeal to the chauvinistic Maltese male.
He really needs a razor blade.
Got an idea.
Mid-dehra JM qed jibza’ mill-gurnalisti li ma jmorrux jistaqsuh xi haga dwar John Dalli jew ghax il-bierah kien fuq yacht ta’ negozjant.
A bit like me avoiding the cute guy at the supermarket checkout when I don’t have my face on. Only Joseph Muscat is a ….man?
The Malta Independent is being a bit unfair on a young, talented athlete though, hijacking his moment in the spotlight like that.
[Daphne – Wrong end of the stick, TL. The news is not that the prime minister met an athlete. The news WAS that the athlete won a gold medal. The news IS that the prime minister first invited reporters over and then avoided them. If anyone is guilty of sabotaging Chetcuti’s moment of fame – which, I must point out, is not meeting Joseph Muscat but winning the gold – then it is the prime minister for pulling this cowardly stunt.]
Tardare si, scappare no.
“He can run, but he can’t hide.”
Do forgive him. The mention of a ‘double-trap’ must have put him on guard.
And the PN question airconditioning on Arriva buses.
In the game of duck, duck, duck, goose this prime minister will always wear his invisibility cloak.
He is governing in poetry: the realm of possibility.
If old tracks provide precedent, the guarantee of delayed catch-up is always there for those creating new tracks, as crazy, illogical and unethical as they may be.