Please somebody tell me that this isn’t really Labour lady Moira Delia, but only her doppelganger
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August 5, 2013 at 1:19pm
Because right now, I’m beginning to think that everyone is going MAD. It’s true that living on a rock can give you cabin fever, but surely there are some normal people left somewhere.
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I’m normal.
I do not know who Moira Delia is … sorry. But we should collect some money to buy this poor woman some clothes.
Nahseb il-flus nefqithom kollha fuq ikel ghal-qtates u m’ghandix niex tixtri ftit ilbies dicenti
Jiddispjacini imma hi kollha kemm hi.
Certu nies lanqas dinjita’ kif jidhru quddiem in-nies ma fadlilhom.
Kind of gives a new meaning to “I’m in”.
I can’t see what you are seeing wrong in that picture.. looks all good from where I am standing !
[Daphne – What I see wrong in that picture: a woman in a stable relationship, with a teenage son who like all teenage sons really doesn’t want to see his mother running around dressed like that, going to a party in an outfit that should only be worn in an Amsterdam shopwindow or in the privacy of the bedroom (for those with men who have fetishes rather than being freaked out by bedroom outfits).]
The most feminine [sic] government.
Our cup runneth over, Ciccio.
Please, Baxxter, don’t provocate me, ok?
Was this photo taken in Amsterdam?
The dog ate her clothes, as well as her homework.
Does look like her. Chin, cheeks and eyes match up
If it is Moira Delia, she’s looking better than ever.
[Daphne – Yes, and that is exactly why she doesn’t need to dress like that, and really shouldn’t, even if it’s some kind of joke.]
Good grief.
If it’s any consolation, I’m fairly normal. Maybe a bit geeky in tastes (in a comic-book-nerdy-ish kind of way), but normal.
Mur gibek ghandek il-‘body’ taghha, kieku addio hwejjeg…
[Daphne – I actually had a much better one, josef2: the same thing but with very long legs and another seven inches of height. Obviously, you wouldn’t know that. And I never went to parties wearing only my underclothes. Hotpants and tiny skirts, yes, underclothes on display, no – and never beyond the age of 35, at which point small clothes begin to have ‘try-hard’ written all over them, even if your clothes-size remains unchanged.]
Joseph, what an arse you are!
I lived in London in the swinging sixties and free-love movements but never did my wife and myself go to sex parties or anything tacky like this. Neither did we hang around anyone who did. We entertained and were invited, but never did we shed our clothes in front of anyone because we had taste and confidence therefore nothing to prove to anyone.
I assure you that there are normal people left. I am one of them, however we are just a minority it seems.
Nisa ta’ suck sess. Er, I meant ta’ success.
Skond Bundy, dawn nisa tal-Affari Taghhom.
Però jhobbu jikxfu l-affari.
Dak ghax l-Affari Tieghek issir l-Affari Taghna. Xi haga hekk, insomma.
Roadmap jew landing strip?
This really calls for an OMG.
I believe that most of your readers, including me, agree with your comment about feeling that there are no normal people left on this little island of ours. That’s one reason why we come here: for reassurance that we are not the freaky ones.
I realised that most people in Malta were bonkers over half a century ago. It just got much worse.
I saw those photos of Moira. You seem to have missed the ones of the Maltese Chippenadales though.
Very unattractive way of dressing. Hamallagni really seems to be spreading like wildfire in Malta. At what point did class and style jump boat? Mind you, the same applies to a lot of the West at the moment. The lines between private and public, decent and indecent seem to be getting blurred.
Do they really do this to shock? Newsflash – It doesn’t shock anymore! People stopped being shocked, or as they say in Malta – scandalised, in the early 90’s. Now it just surprises people that anyone could be that out of the loop such as to think that this is ‘cool man’.
This was a ‘Strictly Strada Stretta’ themed 50th private birthday party and she also won ‘Best Costume’. Only fun people were invited. I think she looks really good. Plus everyone was dressed this way.
[Daphne – Oh well, so that’s all right then. Unfortunately, your comment only serves to make things worse. What sort of person gives their 50th birthday party a whorehouse theme? What was the dresscode – knackered whores? Washed-up tarts? And what did the men dress up as – balding sailors and wrinkled taxi-drivers? There were a lot of middle-aged whores on Strait Street as I recall from my childhood days whipping past, and take it from me: none of them were dressed anything like that. Cycling-shorts and a tight vest with bra-straps on display, with knives hidden about their person, was more like it. “Only fun people were invited” – we’ve been here before. If you still consider tarts-and-vicars parties to be fun at 40 or 50, be worried. What is ‘fun and bubbly’ at 25 is bloody exhausting to the self and everyone else 20 years later, and grates on the nerves.]
Oh here come the apologists. Xi dwejjaq ta’ nies. Madonna, no sense of dignity.
Sorry Daphne, I would just lower that age to 21, not 25. At 25 people are normally mature. This extended adolescence is purely European. No wonder we are becoming a complete irrelevance on the world stage.
This idea of Strada Stretta being some kind of 50s and 60s posh escort-girl mecca and world-class jazz scene is absolute nonsense. It was a dingy, dirty place with vile music.
[Daphne – And ugly, dangerous, violent and murderous people who prostituted their 12-year-old daughters and 10-year-old sons to all-comers.]
And she let someone take her photo … and upload it somewhere on the web. All, apparently with a teenage son who has to continue to show his face around people his age … nice …
She might have looked good but she certainly isn’t discreet or that bright if she thought that a photo like this will be seen only by “fun people”.
Only fun people of this sort, Ms Shandler?
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151378193524664&set=pb.757644663.-2207520000.1375711442.&type=3&theater
What’s wrong with being grown up?
That’s a private photo taken with friends at a friend’s house. At least I used my name and did not hide behind a false one. I also did not insult anyone here. I only explained the context of Moira’s photo. I therefore ask you to take my photo down.
[Daphne – It’s obviously not a private photo if it’s accessible to the entire world on Facebook, and with no privacy settings, Ms Shandler. Also, any pictures you upload on Facebook become Facebook property. Did you know that? No such thing as a free lunch, as they say.]
Discussing breast surgery with the prime minister’s wife on One TV.
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6JM5OT-kbAY&feature=relmfu
Can’t stop laughing @ the crap the Labour Party has gotten itself into.
I consider myself very normal, although I must admit that I only feel normal when I am away from this Godforsaken country, where the majority look at me like I am someone who has just landed from Mars.
Baxxter, are you serious?
Yes she has a nice figure. I too had a figure like hers and I feel somewhat jealous because I have changed quite a bit after giving birth to a good number of children.
I can no longer show off my once beautiful legs though instead I have got a nice cleavage for consolation…
I am always serious on the subject of bums, tits and frilly underwear.
Whole empires have been won and lost on the strength of one panty girdle.
There’s nothing wrong with changing. What is wrong is not adapting to changes.
Like how can a 42 year-old keep thinking she’s 20? Come on! If 42 year olds were meant to look like 20 year olds, the good lord wouldn’t have invented something called AGE, would he?
Life is nature’s way of keeping meat fresh.
Age is nature’s way of showing us the expiry date.
I don’t know what to say. I can’t imagine what his schoolmates will start saying to her son when they see him, tipo “hemm x’libset ommok”. Nowadays I feel that I am the odd one out and the “others” are the normal ones.
Are people in Malta permanently on heat?
Who was the judge ? Hugh Hefner.
With mums like these, it’s no wonder Maltese men live with their mothers well into adulthood.
I mean phwoar!
Ah, so you no longer think that we have a limited gene pool now, Baxxter.
Au contraire, our gene pool is so limited that people become celebrities by dint of being blonde.
Yowza !
Either way you look at her, that is one nice looking woman.
Her hands are very nice too.
Uwejja its just a bit of fun, you guys take things way too seriously. I think there are far more important things to worry about then a MILF.
L-aggettivi li xi uhud taw lit-Triq Strada Stretta ma ghadhom joqghodu ghall lum il-gurnata.
Din it-triq ma ghadx hemm dawk il hwienet imma hwienet ta’ certi kalibru.
L-aggettivi ahjar inhalluhom ghall dawk it-toroq li fil verita hemm il-prostituzjoni.
She can feature in a float in Hose’s next August carnival – Title: “Qahba f’Xalata”.
u ejja Daphne , it was a great party with a fancy dress theme . Absolutely no harm done . Moira was one of the many guests making a great effort to look the part . Why pick on Moira .!!
[Daphne – “Why pick on Moira?”. Maybe because she’s all over the media, is an entertainment figure (not a private person) and somebody sent me her photograph. If you have photographs of other entertainment figures dressed as tarts at the same party, I’d be happy to oblige. And once more, we’re back at the same theme: what sort of 50-year-old enjoys a fancy dress party, let alone one at which the guests, presumably of a similar age, are dressed as whores? It’s so…suburban.]
Daphne, I remember seeing a photograph of a 50+year-old in a tight red t-shirt and red jacket, with two tarts, of similar age, at some sort of party. Can you refresh my memory?
[Daphne – 60+ actually, H. P. The man is over 60 and Mrs Mizzi is getting there too: http://daphnecaruanagalizia.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/manuel-mallia.jpg ]
Isma Daphne , many guests there were friends of yours ( same age group and all) , I’m pretty sure you would have made the effort not to disappoint the Host . Ajma hej , we are already organizing a 60th B’day party and the theme is going to be Adam and Eve ….. I hope that you and the rest of us will be invited . …we won’t have much to cover up at 60 !!! Lets not take life too seriously .
[Daphne – No, I wouldn’t have gone. And do you know why? Because I have a certain amount of self-awareness and because I remain acutely aware of how very ridiculous people my parents’ age seemed to me when I was 20 and saw them (not my parents, but people that age who I knew as parents of my contemporaries) ‘having fun’ in ‘outfits’. I still can’t shake from my mind the sight of a party-friend’s parents, twirling on a nightclub dance floor, she in a mini-skirt with what seemed to my young eyes impossibly wrinkled knees, and he in a straggly grey pony-tail, both utterly convinced of their ‘grooviness’. My friend, cringing with embarrassment, had to be persuaded out of the lavatory with the promise of a very large drink.
Nor can I forget the sight of a group of women my mother’s age – which would have been around 43 at the time – repeatedly turning up at Saddles in tight early 1980s trousers and lace-up basques, flirting and drinking with men years their junior and quite obviously thinking they were really being admired instead of being chatted up for their MILF potential. The fun we poked at them was horrendous. Do you think these things have changed? Now people in their 20s laugh at people in their 40s and 50s at ‘Marrakesh’ and ‘Sunglasses at Night’ and draping themselves in their bikinis and trunks all over Facebook while their other middle-aged friends write ‘wow hon sexy pic’.
You may be oblivious to all of that, but I can well remember what we were like at that age and I’d rather keep my self-respect. Do you not realise how SAD all this seems to people who really are young? Yes, I’m afraid that at our age we actually are supposed to take things seriously. We’re in a pretty disturbing situation right now in Malta where people in their 20s are more grown-up than people in their 40s, because their lives haven’t been as sheltered and they are not emotionally infantilised.]
Cyrus Engerer
Irrid inkompli ngħati sehem tiegħi fil-Moviment immexxi minn Joseph Muscat biex Malta tassigura l-aqwa drittijiet mis-sħubija fl-UE. Għaldaqstant, għadni kif issottomettejt in-nomina tiegħi għall-elezzjoni tal-Parlament Ewropew fil-Partit Laburista.
Grazzi lill-Ministri Evarist Bartolo u Helena Dalli, lis-Segretarju Parlamentari Ian Borg, lill-Onor. Deborah Schembri u lil Ġuża Cassar minn Għawdex li nnominawni.
Let’s just send a few more criminals to the European Parliament. Maybe it’s part of a master plan to rid the island of some of the unsavoury elements.
Dear Daphne- I attended that party, which I utterly enjoyed.
It was great enacting strada stretta days in the 50’s and 60’s and 70’s . Maybe in 50 years time someone would throw a party in remembrance of paceville as is today- with Romanian hookers and pickpockets, overfed body guards, drunk 15 year olds, horny 15 – 60 year olds , Cum on Daphne – grow up or join the cloisters!!
[Daphne – Enacting Strait Street in the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s? You really don’t have a clue, do you. Did any of you murder and rape each other? Beat up sailors, carry their unconscious body to the bastions and throw it over? Threaten your mothers, sisters and daughters with knives to force them to sell themselves? Kill a prostitute called Maria s-Sewda? Slice off the head of your eight-year-old son and then go to work pulling sailors, leaving his body for your young daughter to discover? Sell your 12-year-old daughter’s virginity for a few shillings? Rent out your 10-year-old son’s rear end to the Sixth Fleet and Maltese perverts? Sleep 20 to a room with a bucket to crap in and with the only water coming from a tap in the communal yard? Did you pick the lice out of each other’s hair and the fleas off your clothes? You are divorced from reality. Unbelievable. There is and was nothing remotely romantic about post-war prostitution and slum life in a Mediterranean port. Don’t be idiotic, and above all, don’t believe the music-hall myths and legends. ‘Grow up or join the cloisters’. At the risk of repeating myself, I had three children and a household to run by the time I was 24. You don’t get more grown-up than that. As for joining the cloisters, that’s not the only alternative to making a total ass of oneself. Get out of Malta a bit more and find out what’s considered normal for 50-year-olds from a privileged socio-educational background. You’re actually expected to have a certain level of sophistication and make proper conversation, you know.]
Moira was at a private, themed, bday party. I say Moira and not Ms Delia because she is a friend of mine and her attire simply reflects the spirit of the party an nothing else.
Why do you call her a ‘labour lady’?..I’m sure there were individuals of contrasting political beliefs who were also dressed up for the occasion.
Not with you on this one daphne…but apart from that it seems like sat night was quite eventful.
[Daphne – Why do I call her a Labour lady? Simple and obvious, and at least I didn’t call her a Labour something else. She’s a diehard Laburista of the tribal, not thinking, kind – and all the rest is just a false facade to aid in the rapid social-climbing and networking with the people she considers useful to hang out with, something she’s been doing all her life aided and abetted by her admittedly very charming features. But the reality is otherwise. I still have a mad, ranting email she sent me in the 2008 election, sticking up for Alfred Sant and the Labour Party in a blind rage of confidence and calling me all sorts of names and insults because she was convinced Labour was safely in for victory. I was astonished. People really are quite surprising at times. I tend not to take anyone at face value nowadays. One finds out too many shocking and disillusioning things in this line of work. You end up liking very few people and trusting even fewer. Of course, when you live life at a shallow level, that’s hardly a problem.]
I obviously don’t know what she sent to you in the past [Daphne – No, and I never made it public, nor will I, because that’s wholly unnecessary] and am not disputing her political beliefs (although we do in private).
My point is Moira does not sit on any board or possess any role that is disrespected by her attending this party. She attended voluntarily and put this photo up voluntarily (rather than having her photo taken by a happy snapper).
[Daphne – Oh, I never said that she brought her public role into disrepute, but something else entirely: that it really isn’t a good idea for a woman of any age to dress that way, and that it is especially not a good idea for a woman with a teenage son to do so. With this, you may agree. When you were in your teens, would you have wanted your mother uploading photographs of herself dressed like that, on public view, whether for a fancy dress party or not? I used the picture to illustrate my wider view that Malta really has a problem. In another reply to a comment on this thread, I mentioned a very smart party in south-west Sicily. Try as I might, I cannot, for the life of me, imagine the people there going to a birthday party dressed as sailors and prostitutes. It just wouldn’t happen. You go to a party as yourself, and you make conversation. The pressure is not on looking ‘sexy’ or even ‘good’ but on being well informed, eloquent, entertaining and civilised in conversation. Here, it’s a different world and it’s actually quite worrying.]
Yes, I agree with you in saying that certain people should act accordingly when occupying certain positions but in this case there is no post or position other than an individual at a themed bday party.
So… is it the past email or her attire that inspired your post?
Still not with you on this one…..
[Daphne – How could a five-year-old email have been the reason for this post? I only brought it up to show you that beneath the facile charm she’s really just another Rita Law in her political views, speech and attitude. No, it’s the constant, relentless silliness and empty-brained behaviour of middle-aged Maltese people that gets me. You rarely have a conversation here. You have banter. That picture sort of summed it up. A woman of around 40, still playing cute ‘n’ bubbly and with nothing much to talk about? Who would be like an alien from another planet if transplanted to a properly sophisticated environment outside Malta and expected to make informed conversation and talk and behave like a grown-up? It’s not just me saying this, Luke. People in Malta just don’t know what the expected codes of behaviour and conversation are after the age of 30/40/50. You’re expected to have a lot of added value beyond ‘cute ‘n’ fun’ by that stage.]
The fundamental difference between Moira and Ms Law is that one is a politician whilst the other entertains her own views (as is her right [just like yours and mine]). She has her right to opinion and we are not obliged to agree.
[Daphne – Politicians, too, have their own views. They choose their political party according to their views, and not the other way round. I have never disputed Mrs Delia’s right to a political opinion. What I dispute is the way she makes a point of courting the social attention of those who don’t share that opinion at all (presumably because she considers them a better class of person – she is the sort who thinks in those terms – to those who do share her political views and more useful to her ends), while working for a different result to the one they want and pretending not to bother or to be apolitical. I have no time for false people or for those who invent a persona and work at it relentlessly. Fakes, the lot of them.]
Knowing Moira, I find it hard to believe she’d take an outright political stance as it would interfere with her profession.
[Daphne – My point, exactly, Luke, so thank you. She’s the rabid Mintoffjana from hell, from a family of rabid Mintoffjani, but she takes great care to conceal this fact lest it interfere with her social and career advancement. What would you think of me if I suddenly decided to turn quiet about politics so as to suck up to Labour and ‘help my career’? Well, that’s what I think about Mrs Delia.]
You are right in saying that peoples’ ages have stopped dictating the way they act. Not only when older but also when in teenage years. The problem lies in those that are in a ‘serious’ situation but act silly – still believing they’re decent.
Occasionally nothing wrong in letting your hair down though. One thing is for sure, I’ve had conversations with Moira and it was far more than banter.
It was lovely having a conversation with you ;)
[Daphne – I agree with you about the silliness, but certainly not with your observation that there is nothing wrong with letting your hair down beyond a certain age/when you’re in a certain position. There is nothing WRONG, but plenty that’s risky in these days of instant recording and photographing and filming. Not even the bedroom is safe unless you trust the person 100%. I once had the misfortune of sitting next to a complete loser at a party who, when completely in his cups, decided it would be a really good idea to show me that he ISN’T the loser I think he is, by bringing out his phone and scrolling through pictures of the naked, sleeping women he’d had sex with. They had no idea he was busy collecting their pictures.]
Yes, I read your reply to another comment re. Sicily etc – I agree….but the article is either on pointing out the way women of a certain age dress or on ‘labour ladies’ or your worries about Malta being a different world – not the three at once and you can’t use one point to highlight the other.
[Daphne – They are all interlinked. Politics shape society and society shapes politics. The result of the last general election is directly linked to and rooted in the ‘clubbing at 50’ and ‘let’s not evolve beyond 25’ mentality. You will see from the level of conversation at these social gatherings that people are poorly informed and can’t think rationally, and that the general social environment does not put pressure on them to develop intellectually, but rather the opposite. They will and do apply these poor thinking skills and low information levels to forming political opinions and choosing the government. The result, because such people are now by far the majority, is disaster. Moronic, vacuous behaviour and moronic, vacuous thought processes are obviously intertwined. You can’t separate the two.]
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I say she would’nt let politics interfere with her profession because that’s what there is to it. What her family’s beliefs are is simply irrelevant to this issue. Is it the attire or the political belief?
[Daphne – ‘What her family’s beliefs are is simply irrelevant to this issue’. We’ve moved on from talking about Mrs Delia’s clothes to discussing Mrs Delia’s penchant for hiding her true political beliefs – Mintoffian, not Labour. In the normal course of events I would say that one’s family’s political beliefs are irrelevant, but this is never the case with Mintoffians. Mintoffianism defies logic, education, social advancement, material improvement, travel, acquisition, the works…hence our prime minister. And Moira Delia.]
She is now sitting on the Street-Naming Committee, together with Marion Mizzi.
Isn’t it a bit old fashioned to judge someone based on what they wear?
[Daphne – No. It’s called wisdom and common sense, and all the best and smartest people do it. Those who are not brought up learning how to read the clues in people’s clothes – and this doesn’t means brands and so on, mode of speech and general manners can always take lessons. Without this information you are at a serious disadvantage in life. I’ll give you one example. A couple of summers ago I went to a party on a large estate in the south-west of Sicily, where the guests were predominantly from a certain kind of Palermo family (and I don’t mean the Mafia). All the women were dressed pretty much the way I usually am: completely flat jewelled sandals, a tan, long and easy-going summer dresses, minimal make-up and no ‘hairdos’.
Another Maltese woman might have walked in wearing six-inch stilettos, something tight and shiny and flashy, a ton of make-up including lip-liner, and overwrought hair. And she would have stuck out like a sore thumb and been mistaken for somebody a man picked up in a hotel lobby. But I knew what to do because it’s what I do anyway, and because I have the information. What IS old-fashioned is NOT making assessments about people based on what they wear. That was only briefly in vogue, round about the time I was beginning nursery school and hundreds of thousands of people were converging on Woodstock.
Then, of course, you have the eternal conundrum about getting dressed to go out in Malta, when you know that the space will be full of women competing for that ‘Beirut promenade’ look. Do you dress to fit in, or do you dress like a European? I kind of prefer the latter – the relaxed look is more my style and I have an absolute horror of layers of make-up and no longer wear heels though I do wear wedges and French/Japanese platforms.]
Daphne those of us not blessed with your height cannot get away with not wearing heels all the time. Wish I could.
[Daphne – Height is relative. I’m really not that tall. Also, wearing heels doesn’t make any difference, because they just raise everyone to the same height, instead of making heel-wearers taller than the rest. What you need is unilateral disarmament. Maltese women wearing heels are all the same height. Maltese women without heels will also all be the same height. Of course that isn’t going to happen. So what we have is a lot of miserable faces instead, and crowds of ladies sitting it out in the loo. I used to wear heels, have a cupboard full of redundant ones, and sometimes still do, depending on the situation. But it’s like given up smoking. You wonder why you ever smoked and how you ever did it, because the alternative is so much better.]
Dan kollu ghax ma jixirqulekx dan it-tip ta hwejjeg sinjura galizia?
[Daphne – What a childish remark. Try harder. You might be out of your league here.]
Allura? Ma nistax nifhem jien.