From Mrs Michelle Muscat’s photo album: some memorable moments that took place in her presence
On Remembrance Sunday last month
Demonstrating alongside the man who her husband would later stab in the back
Using waiters to distribute food to the people in the street outside her home during the Burmarrad feast last summer. The waiters emerged from her garage.
That iconic invitation to a fashionable soiree for the high society at Girgenti
“Hello orrajt kif inti. Gejt jien minflok ir-ragel.” Michelle Muscat turns up at the Rainbow Ward during the electoral campaign, when the doctors in charge had been told to expect her husband.
At a press conference to announce a high tea in the presence of Mrs Michelle Muscat, at her husband’s office
Publicity for high tea at the prime minister’s office
At the Pink Fashion Show last month
The plaque that tells us it was unveiled in the presence of Mrs Michelle Muscat, wife of the prime minister of Malta
The photograph accompanying a gushing interview by Gerard James Borg, author of Sliema Wives, in which she told him how she was really busy making stuffed marrows for Joseph.
An invitation to a party for the Infantas of Castile, to be held at Girgenti. Guests are asked to ring ‘Mama Michelle’.
Massive fail for the Jackie and JFK look.
The Big Night when Mrs Michelle Muscat’s husband was sworn in as leader of the Opposition. Tagging along behind them is the sucker who gave up his seat in the house to make that possible.
Mrs Michelle Muscat and her husband pose for a photo opportunity with the corpse of a poison dwarf all laid out in an open coffin, just as he would have hated it.
In their thinner days in what seems like a lifetime ago but was only five years ago – singing the Labour hymn.
A passion-free kiss with a very reluctant prime minister, on stage in front of tens of thousands at a mass meeting
A wooden kiss for the delectation of the masses: is that a resin mannequin or the real leader of the Opposition?
At the state opening of parliament: Mrs Michelle Muscat’s attempt at faking Dolce & Gabbana fails catastrophically
Mrs Michelle Muscat photographed at a party with World Bank blacklisted fraudster Shiv Nair, who her husband claims they don’t know
Somebody who looks vaguely like Mrs Michelle Muscat, but who is much thinner, younger and better looking, makes the cover of Style magazine
Wearing a maternity dress covered in Maltese crosses, Mrs Michelle Muscat meets Mrs Barack Obama
Truth vs fiction
Mrs Edward Zammit Lewis, the former Elena Farrugia, introduces her keychain, Mrs Michelle Muscat, to some of her tal-pepe friends.
Min hi Kate Gonzi?
Mrs Michelle Muscat adopts the pose of a bereaved South American widow near Guido de Marco’s coffin, that summer her husband went AWOL for a hair transplant and we were told that he had fractured his leg while dancing.
Yet another fantastic outfit
Wag bags have been out of style for years now, but Mrs Michelle Muscat hasn’t noticed.
Once more Mrs Michelle Muscat’s husband behaves as though she isn’t there while he acknowledges the cheers of the crowds
Mrs Michelle Muscat in yet another dressing-up costume with Labour MC Ray Azzopardi, now our man in Brussels
Don’t you just love Photoshop? It can take 90% of your hips away in record time.
The switchers
Manchester tan and chav hair – not a good look
The Knock-Off Queen in her cutesie bow
Three really is a crowd.
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I have no idea why she chose to dress a decade older than she is. Frumpy.
She’s got the figure of somebody a decade older, so can hardly dress her age.
So sorry to contaminate Michelle’s post with this piece by Norman Lowell.
I welcome Xinhua to their newest bureau in tiny Malta, and I make them a free gift of their first news report. Here’s the man who helped more than anyone to create a groundswell of support for Labour, regaling us with his views on our Chinese friends:
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The incredible cruelty and heartlessness of the Chinese:
burning dogs alive and beating a lone, white Uighur kid.
And they hate us, Whites with a cold, impassive envy and resentment.
But China, for all its armed forces and a billion chinks: is a paper tiger.
We only have to contaminate their two mighty rivers: and they will die like flies.
When the time comes and if need be: The Imperium will put the chinks, firmly in their place.
00111
The Golden Dawn
Imperium
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Why don’t we export Noman Lowell to China and let them deal with him?
Attakk fahxi fuq Mrs Prime Minister.
You forgot “insensat”.
Attakk fahxi, oxxen u insensat fil-presenza tas- Sinjura M’hix L Muscat aka SAR Dona Michaela.
The more I see, read and hear of Mrs Michelle Muscat (in whose presence, etc etc) the more I miss Kate Gonzi.
Michelle Muscat lanqas hdejn is-suba iz-zghir ta’ Kate Gonzi ma toqghod. F’kollox.
Aging gracefully.
http://www.independent.com.mt/articles/2013-12-02/news/kate-gonzi-what-they-say-about-her-3359047683/?utm_source=twitterfeed&utm_medium=facebook
Don’t forget this family portrait:
http://wallpaperswiki.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Family-Fernando-Botero.jpg
The silver satin dress tops them all off.
Yes, a bit of olive oil, salt and pepper, and you can pop her into the oven.
http://daphnecaruanagalizia.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Joseph-and-Michelle.jpg
What is she doing in a Pierrot costume?
She’s that man’s puppet.
‘Three really is a crowd.’
Is that why the other Joseph bowed out?
Is Kitten moonlighting as a DOI photographer?
Kitten doesn’t work. He likes to be paid for doing nothing.
To be pitied!
Now let us compare and contrast with this non-airbrushed photo, shall we? Despite the wrinkles (why air-brush them, anyway, when she looks lovely just the same?) Kate Gonzi exudes beauty, warmth, happiness and sincerity – something which can never be said of Michelle Muscat, despite the fact that there is a whole generation between them.
http://www.independent.com.mt/articles/2013-12-02/news/kate-gonzi-what-they-say-about-her-3359047683/
Just looking at a picture of Mrs. Gonzi and of Dr. Gonzi, gives me a moment of serenity and peace.
Thanks to both of you for all you did for Malta and the Maltese.
The more time passes under this government the more we miss you.
God bless you.
Excellent photo collection. I don’t know why, but the ones showing the Maltese Ambassador to Brussels and JFK in the presence of Mrs. Michelle Muscat always make me laugh out loud.
You can take a girl out of Nigret, Rabat but you can’t take Nigret, Rabat out of the girl.
You can be born in a slum and evolve. Attitude is everything.
Pygmalion ?
Celebrity culture has truly become the disease of our age.
That goes for several other recent posts of yours, not the least fun run bodyguards, queue jumping, trashification and Facebook selfies in adulthood.
Garbage in, garbage out.
Apart from her appalling dress sense, I just hate her smile, a true “faqmijja”.