“Maaaa, I went to this party at the Labour headquarters….”
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September 1, 2013 at 11:14pm
Christmas drinks 2012 at the Labour Party headquarters: the man on the left is now chairman of the Valletta/Floriana Rehabilitation Committee; the man in the middle is now ambassador to Paris (just as he was in 1996-98) and the man on the right is the prime minister who made it possible for them.
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And the man on the far right is biting his lips trying hard to suppress shouting out ‘WTF’
I don’t know why but when our Joe is seen with a gay man, Tancred Tabone or David Cameron, his face lights up with real delight and laughter.
Muscat loves to flirt with Kenneth (and any weak character for that matter), while Kenneth is drooling at the object of his lust.
Typical master / pet behaviour.
To be more precise, typical master/kitten behaviour.
“Baldrick! I love you! I want to kiss your cherry lips and nibble your shell-like ears!”
The asinine grins remind me of the song, ‘We’re in the Money!’
Tweed at a cocktail party. What a yobbo.
Well, can you imagine the general reaction if he turned up in a kaftan instead?
The general reaction would have been real delight and laughter (vide supra). A kaftan is SO progressive, my dears.
Complete with crimson fez and silk slippers.
Could be worse. It could be a silk dressing gown.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFQxiL8ElZA
A born-again Demis Roussous ?
It’s the hunting season.
Muscat’s hair looks like bum fluff. Maybe that’s because it’s what it is.
It’s growing on an ass, so what would you expect?
A new audience but the same recycled tedious tales – Mummy and Nanna and Aunty this and Aunty that, and Contesino this and Marchesino that.. frankly the PL are more than welcome to Kitten.
No wonder he turned out to be a fruity flake.
Pajjiz tal-Mickey Mouse. A paradise for Kittens from Malta.
Laughing all the way (back) to the bank, literally.
Lazy bum all his life, now finding Labour handy to see him through to his pension. Vince Camilleri looks totally idiotic trying to chip in, when Muscat is taken up with the pressing business of fascinating Kitten from Malta.
Donnhom qed jitnejku b’xulxin. Jew sejjer zball? Forsi qed jitnejku bil-poplu Malti.