Those things serve a purpose when one drives a scooter to work, rain or shine.

It’s another derivative like those generic sneaker shoes for women, the rage a decade ago, also ideal to ride.

New Yorkers still prefer leaving their office shoes in their bottom drawer, even because they don’t scoot, not holding a half litre coffee cup anyway.

Then there’s the animal ears stuck to helmets, oh dear.

When his head keeps getting bigger something had to give.

Careful there. Danny De Vito would not be amused.

Iktar qisu ta’ Maltageddon

Let me start again. Coats: that necessary item in any man’s wardrobe, unless he’s living in the tropics or the Med. In Malta, they’re just worn once a year, by total dickheads who can neither carry them off nor behave like adults.

But enough of me. Let’s talk about the PM. What was he thinking here? Coats should be roomy around the shoulders, in order to fit the suit jacket underneath, but he’s gone full Arnie, when he has the shoulders of Danny de Vito at best. He looks like a very proud and conceited gnome wearing a black garbage bag, trying to sneak away down the garden path.

Let us not even go into the merit of the zip-up top underneath. That is actually a zip-off liner on the chest area. Many off-the-peg coats come with them nowadays. Sensible men will zip the horrible thing off and never look at it again. But our PM likes to keep snug (surely, ‘smug’?) so “libislu”, as the ancient Maltese idiom goes.

And another thing. “Hon” is what Michelle calls Joseph. But it’s not what anyone outside parliament should be calling him. Yes, I am a stickler for rules, egad. And I hereby declare that the caption-writer at the DOI is a total ignoramus.