Why don’t Maltese people understand that posture gives as much away about you as your table manners do
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October 22, 2013 at 10:18pm
If you see somebody in an important or otherwise privileged position, slopping and flopping about and standing like a sack of potatoes that’s been flung onto the floor, or sitting like the same sack of potatoes flung into a chair, you can bet safely that he or she is Maltese and doesn’t know or care that these things matter.
Not having grown up being made to walk around with books balanced on your head and a ruler down your back is no excuse. True, proper posture is hard to develop late in life, but for heaven’s sake and your own, at least TRY.
Look at our foreign minister, for example. A foreign minister who slouches?
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U dak mhux jdahhal is-suppozitorjii f’sorm iz-Zwieten jaf.
Kemm tqawwa, madoff. Dalwaqt jkun jista jhabbata sewwa ma’ Manuel Mallia. Ghandna zewg politikil heviwejts tal-istja. Europa cavete. Obesitas vincit.
He looks like Alfred Hitchcock but on a really bad day.
He’d be perfectly at home at a ‘kazin tal-bocci’ with that stance.
He needs to join Joseph Muscat in the gym.
You can almost read William Hague’s mind “who the f**k is this peasant?”
George Vella represents the absolute majority, with a handful of exceptions, of Maltese doctors, lawyers, notaries, accountants and consultants, which includes all the professional class, really.
They believe that wearing matching trousers and coat, a shirt and tie, and a “formal” pair of shoes, means that you are suited and booted and qualify to be in “lounge suit”.
Hardly ever are their trousers properly pressed with a knife edge starched crease down the front and back. Their shirt collar wings are all over the place and they haven’t heard of brass stiffeners (not mentioning silver ones). They don’t wear double cuffs that are starched and look ever so smart and they never, ever iron their tie (you iron the back, not the front, otherwise you end up looking like our new police commissioner with shiny ties).
[Daphne – Hot tip: you’re better off ironing ties front and back, but place a cotton square (like a large handkerchief) between the iron and the tie. That way, you don’t damage the silk, which is what gives that shine.]
Shoes are rarely if ever polished and their suit-coats – dear God. They never iron the sleeves of their suit-coats. They either go about with the coats unbuttoned and flying in the wind or they button up all two or three coat-buttons.
And they never undo the first sleeve-button to indicate a tailored coat (because in the absolute majority of cases they wear cheap, ready-made suit-coats that are pre-manufactured).
It is wrong to go about with your suit-coat open, unless you are sitting down, Foreign Minister, and it’s the height of rudeness and ill-breeding to talk to ANYONE with your hands in your pockets.
What impresses me most is how they never seem able to watch and learn. They are impervious to how other people dress, stand, sit, talk and behave, and just consider it ‘different’ rather than better.
Thank you for the hot tip – to be entirely honest I use my trouser press to press ties.
With a stomach like that one needs to counterbalance. It must be difficult, for some of the newly anointed, to count calories, when running around the globe indulging themselves like mad.
For us, stuffing their face might cause less damage then if they were to vocalize their thoughts and mantras.
William Hague. What a voice.
And who do the Labour under-breds send? The best example their sort comprehend. I am disgusted.
Can you imagine William Hague with his hands in his pockets at an official event?