This is where the Law Commissioner/Chief of Constitutional Reform and the MCST chairman were between 1am and 5am yesterday

And before some Labour apologist pops in to say that it’s a free country and they can do as they please, here’s the reason why not: they occupy state positions of trust and their behaviour can and will damage the credibility, integrity and reputation of the organisations/commmissions they represent.

The Law Commissioner, especially, should not be placing himself in these situations.

If they want to do as they please because it’s a free country, they can start by resigning their positions or being sacked from them, which will leave them free to mingle with all sorts of people, including the dregs of society and disreputable individuals, in a highly inappropriate environment while drinking throughout the night.

It will still, of course, be inappropriate behaviour for men their age, especially for the MCST chairman who is the married father of three adult children, and who insists on boasting about his conjugal bliss while manifesting behaviour that signals the precise opposite, including a reluctance to go home or to spend time with his wife without another 10 people and plenty of alcohol, but they will at least not be answerable to the public or damaging the institutions of public trust which they represent.

It’s bad enough that Malta is packed to the seams with desperate ageing men who think that they can ward off the Grim Reaper or mortality by doing the things they should have done two, three or four decades ago but didn’t, without men occupying positions of public trust setting this kind of lousy example.

And here’s a sidenote, which some might think is irrelevant, but isn’t at all. How can anyone actually think that any of this is stylish, hip or ‘cool’? It’s the precise opposite: a Dante’s circle of hell of chavdom, ugly clothes, hideous make-up, over-styled hair and boorish men. I look at those pictures and I can hear the conversation.

Marrakesh indeed: none of the people I see in those pictures will even know what the words ‘Talitha Getty’ signify. It looks like the social toe-nail of some obscure town in Sicily, packed with pay-roll clerks, check-out girls, cheap spivs and petty dealers on a night out pretending to be something else. Tal-biki.

Note: all pictures uploaded here are public and come straight from the wide-open publicity Facebook page of the nightclub itself, which photographed the individuals with their consent.