The dramatic life of Ramona Frendo, member of the Justice Reform Committee and attention-seeker extraordinaire
She gets home from the airport in the early hours, has to park near a field because somebody has taken ‘her’ parking space, a cat jumps out and scares her, she gets home to find her son asleep in her bed so she is constrained to sleep in his wearing a pair of his socks.
And before she puts out the light, what does she do? She holds up one foot encased in a child’s sock, snaps a picture of it with her phone, and puts this needy, attention-seeking, ‘love me please’ crap on Facebook.
And then a sackload of losers pop in to discuss Air Malta’s inflight meals and Kenneth Zammit Tabona writes a thesis about what he ate and what he wished he had eaten instead.
These are people in their 40s and 50s, and Kenneth is almost 60.
No wonder this generation has lost the respect of those who are younger.
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Kitten from Malta should buy a take out and put it in his luggage before leaving, problem solved.
Yes, it certainly is a mad country when the decisions are taken by infantile-minded people like Ramona Frendo and Kenneth Zammit Tabona – the one playing at being mummy at 42 and the other hooked on his mummy at 60.
Ramona Frendo playing mummy? Hardly, which is why she is always PR-ing that side of things on Facebook.
That business – including buying school uniform items – is generally left to someone else.
Kenneth Zammit Tabona has the nerve to say it’s a mad country.
He has the looks of one.
What do Ramona Frendo, Kenneth Zammit Tabona and their sort expect to eat on a flight between London and Malta – a six course meal from Plaza Athénée prepared by Ducasse himself?
You wouldn’t believe Ramona Frendo is a grocer’s daughter from Zejtun, the way she carries on. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but she could allude to it at times instead of pretending she was born the sort of girl Molly Zammit Tabona might have liked her Kenneth to marry.
Ah, they were both coming from Strasbourg, home of the (EU) gravy train. What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander after all. Tassew qabda nies pwerili, mehdijin bihom innifishom. PL = Partit tal-Lanżit
Ramona Frendo and Kenneth Zammit Tabona on AirMalta food … Ah, the life of Malta’s jetsetters.
Din il-mara helwa min barra biss.
The age of Facebook has made many people go gaga.
They were like that all along. Facebook’s just made their strangeness visible to the wider world.
OK Ramona, we take it that you are going “places”, Europe that is.
My eighteen-year-old daughter left Malta for the fourth time this year to attend concerts around Europe and when she gets back she dumps her rucksack in the sitting room, has a quick shower, makes some pasta and eats it, makes a cup of tea, looks at Facebook, kicks the cat out of her bed and tries to get a decent night’s sleep. But she doesn’t write about in on Facebook.
For crying out loud, it is a meal served on an aeroplane. I am not expecting a Michelin-star kind of dinner on a 3-hour flight or any flight.
Such nonsense – even Lufthansa is not providing a hot meal on a three hour flight. And if these are the priorities of certain people who are now in charge, I do not know where we are heading.
“She gets home from the airport in the early hours, has to park near a field because somebody has taken ‘her’ parking space”
Does Ramona Frendo have a reserved parking space of the sort which are usually given to people with disabilities and very fat individuals in Sliema?
Her first sentence shows her to be an infantile simpleton, like many Facebook users apparently are nowadays. Who gives a s*it what she ate that night.
What is unbelievable is that these people do not seem to realise how pathetic they appear when they post such drivel.
You’re the mad one, Ken, living in a world of your own, a world of make-believe, totally divorced from any semblance of reality. Get a grip of yourself (should I use such words?) and get real and stop talking and writing like a spoilt ninny.
You are capable of better.
Your new-found acquaintances may smile and humour you when in your company, but behind your back it’s a different matter. For your own sake, act your age.
Airline food, club class included, is the pits. You eat it because it’s there. Are they really that desperate for something to talk about?
It’s great to be reminded that the country is in such safe hands.
Kenneth Zammit Tabona feels attention dropping off, so the next best thing he could do is go on social media and write an appreciation of an airline “meal” he once had. MISKIN.
He has not travelled far and wide to compare the meal he had with that of some award-winning Middle East airline. What a self-certified idiot.
Perhaps Ramona Frendo pulled some strings with the Air Malta board. After all, her husband’s sister is a Labour political appointee to the board of Air Malta.
I hope that the cat which jumped out from the bush and fightened her is not related to the Kitten from Malta.
http://www.maltarightnow.com/?module=news&at=Il%2DKummissarju+jinda%26%23295%3Bal+biex+Sindku+Laburista+taqbe%26%23380%3B+il%2Dkju+tal%2DGozo+Channel&t=a&aid=99852573&cid=19
‘..L-informazzjoni li għandna tgħid li s-Sindku ta’ Ħal Qormi kienet nieżla lejn il-port tal-Imġarr bil-karozza, u fin-naħa ta’ fuq tat-triq sabet kju twil. Meta rat hekk baqgħet nieżla sa quddiem l-għassa, u talbet li titħalla taqbeż il-kju billi kellmet wieħed mill-pulizija li kien qed jikkontrolla s-serbut twil ta’ karozzi għall-vapur.
Jidher li Cutajar tħambqet sew mal-pulizija meta ndunat li dan m’għarafhiex li kienet is-Sindku ta’ Ħal Qormi, u anke meta qaltlu min hi, ma riedx iħalliha taqbeż il-kju. Jidher li f’ħin minnhom qabdet it-telefon ċellulari tagħha u ċemplet direttament lill-Kummissarju tal-Pulizija Peter Paul Zammit…’
As time passes, my feeling that the PL is a group of children playing at government becomes stronger.
Not even my children discuss on Facebook what they had to eat on the plane. And you really have to be a bad cook to praise airline food.
It’s like saying that hospital food could be better than that back at home.
Really infantile minds, including those nearing their 60s.
I just breathed several times and am now making a cup of tea
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Hear, hear.
Who on earth, being exhausted, sleep deprived, and having only four hours to sleep, goes to Facebook to seek attention and brag about his/her feelings and status?
A 42-year old with the mindset of an attention-seeking pubescent tart.
And all she got was Kenneth.
Yes, this is the navel gazing, individualistic, attention-seeking, socially-inept generation my Neapolitan friend likes to call ‘la generazione sfigata’.
I mean, these are things that in the past we would have been embarrassed to share with just one acquaintance/stranger, let alone many thousands.
I always find it so sad when I see the way the children of mostly divorced parents — not exclusively though — actually have to assume the role of adult when dealing with their parents.
When one sees things like this you realise how intelligent small children really are, in that even they know that their parents’ behaviour is not normal and that it is left to them to (over) compensate.
In isolated Malta, the erratic and infantile Facebook behaviour of older Maltese persons is considered normal.
The same applies to everyday life. C’est désespérant!
Honestly, I wouldn’t believe it if it weren’t for the screen shots.
Come come, at least Kenneth says “ricotta”. Then he goes and ruins it all by being best mates with the yobs.
If any normal human-being had just 4 hours until the alarm goes off, switching off the lights would have been top priority rather than taking to Facebook to seek the attention she wasn’t getting because her husband and son were asleep. As for Kenneth, well, it just gets sadder and sadder.
What has happened to decency?