At the end of the day they’re still joined at the hip, and the hip has a name.

Indeed, in fact that is why I stopped buying it, quite a long time ago, now.

Indeed, ‘Doute – but there were 10 years’ “qrid” before that too.

Fifteen. Spiteri was a government minister in 1996.

Well, I guess that after virtually 25 years, one becomes a creature of habit.

And he saith unto them: Blessed art thou that shareth with the children of Dom, and let not thy fruit grow thick in skull and shallow in marrow, but let them bank their trust in the prophet that laboureth for this nation of children of mine.

Lino Spiteri is now showing his true colours. He spent years trying to project, through his column in The Sunday Times, the idea that he is an independent, sober, detached observer of the Malta scene, a sort of ELDER of Maltese society.

With Muscat’s daily scandalous undemocratic behaviour, Spiteri should have a field day, but no.

Come on, Lino ‘know all’ Spiteri. Tell us the truth you tried to conceal during your heyday. Don’t be the usual hypocrite.

The guy is a hypocritical so and so. He should write in his column how he blocked competition to his protected monopolies, by denying trade permits and imposing import restrictions during 1981-1987.

He should also elaborate what he got in return for blocking competition from trading in order to safeguard selected monopolies that were flourishing and ripping the Maltese at the time. And yet, he has the gull to write about the oil scandal.

Reading Claire Bonello in The Sunday Times is like going for a 7am swim at a habitual spot in the Blue Lagoon and discovering that somebody has decided to dump it full of dense mud at 6.55am.

Entirely my fault if I jump in there.