Joseph Muscat was touring the countryside in his chauffeur-driven Alfa Romeo car.

Suddenly, a donkey jumps out onto the road, and they hit it full on and the car comes to a stop.

Joseph Muscat says to the chauffeur: ‘You get out and check, you were driving.’

The chauffeur gets out, checks and reports that the animal is dead.

‘You were driving; go and tell the farmer,’ says Joseph Muscat.

Hours later, the chauffeur returns totally plastered, hair ruffled with a big grin on his face.

‘My God, what happened to you?’ asked Joseph Muscat.

The chauffeur replies: ‘When I got there, the farmer opened his best bottle of whiskey, the wife gave me a real country style feast of a meal and the daughter took me upstairs and made love to me.

‘What on earth did you say to them?’ asked a puzzled Joseph Muscat.

‘I knocked on the door, and when it was answered, I said breathlessly to them, “I’ am Joseph Muscat’s chauffeur and I’ve just killed the jackass.”

That’s cheaper than Joseph’s offer.

Sure. So that it would not stand tall when standing beside him.

What an arrogant twit!

They must have been advised to conduct themselves with pomp and ceremony at all times.

Gaddafi had his female outriders. What’s missing here is an upgrading on the models used: No Aston Martins in the mix yet, no Ducati’s either.

Where genuine regal pomp is lacking, there are plenty of wanabee contenders.

It’s not for the lack of effort, but the result is a joke.

There are so many discriminatory threads, if one wanted to pull them out and isolate them into single lines of attack.

Manuel Mallia is really out to make his presence felt. Small man syndrome.

It’s right next to the old Gasan showroom.

Great. Thank you very much.

Such a high class reaction by the prime minister of Malta.

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=u4Qe5ccWRCc