Oh how cute. Matching dirty Easter weekend pics.
The chairman of the Malta Council for Science and Technology told everyone on Facebook that he spent Easter weekend in Venice, but didn’t say who with (too bad he was spotted at the airport with his personal assistant).
Meanwhile, his personal assistant at the Malta Council for Science and Technology, unable to control her excitement (trid tkun il-vera ddisprata ta’ hamsa u tletin sena bil-biological clock ghaddej idoqq l-iskotti, but let’s leave that aside as an irrelevance) immediately uploaded a photograph from her Venice weekend as her Facebook cover picture.
I wish I could say ‘Poor Carmen’, but you know what? I can’t. She was the one who encouraged him in the worst of his excesses, and ended up hoist by her own petard. More fool she for buying the lie that he wanted divorce legislation so as to be able to marry her when all he wanted to do was stick it to Lawrence Gonzi and then panicked when he realised that the obvious consequence was that he would have to put his money where his mouth was and marry a woman he didn’t want to marry at all, only to cheat on her with first one and then another woman less than a year into the marriage.
A bunch of unpleasant people who all deserve each other – too bad they happened to chime with the Zeitgeist.
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And the photo is taken from exactly the same spot LOL. Amateurs.
Let’s be fair….that’s a pretty popular spot in gorgeous Venice right there. Right under the Rialto bridge….from gondola level….could EASILY be a coincidence.
Imagine their surprise, if they met there, on the Rialto….or on adjacent gondolas!? So romantic!
“And ah’m proud of it!”
[Daphne – They went together, Neil. They were seen checking in together at the airline check-in desk at the airport in Malta on their way out.]
It’s too much of a coincidence to have the sun at the same angle.
[Daphne – I don’t know why you’re all speculating. They WERE together. They took their flights together and checked in together. Nobody’s trying to hide it – not even they. They’re just trying to be fake-discreet, and not out of decency, but because Pullicino Orlando has the common sense to know that pushing a girlfriend in the public’s face a year after his second marriage to somebody else won’t do his image or credibility (what’s left of both) much good.]
The photographs are only takes seconds apart.
Note the person with something red on her shoulder has moved only a few steps away in the other photograph.
The chap framed by the window hasn’t even moved and he’s there in the second photo too, so much for coincidence.
The devil’s always in the detail.
……I know
Hey Daphne, we were just being sarcastic.
Amateurs maybe, however, professional assholes.
Ooh, I can see both their canals.
Would those be root canals?
Maybe but I would not be surprised if they thought that the roads in Venice are flooded.
The bird stared in awe as JPOS the Turd floated nearby.
Actually it looks like the bird took a dump, and buggered off, no doubt after being inspired by the turd.
The Palazzo dei Camerlenghi from the Fondaco dei Tedeschi.
Part of the magistrates’ palace was used as a jail for insolvents hence the name of the embankment Fondamenta de la Preson.
The same bird is on the samer perch in both shots. The photos were taken seconds apart. Yes, the devil is in the detail. And how.
Tal-Profs? What sort of person identifies herself on Facebook by what I presume to be the family nickname?
Would she have flaunted it in a similar way if the laqam were ‘tal-gidra’ for instance?
[Daphne – Inconveniently, there happens to be another Lara Boffa, some years younger.]
“After working with all our might at the completion of that great undertaking, we gave several hours to a profound and delightful repose. As soon as we were awake I called for candles and coffee, and we set to work again in the hope of obtaining the mutual harmony of ecstatic enjoyment which was necessary to insure our future happiness. It was in the midst of our loving sport that the too early dawn surprised us, and we hurried back to Venice to avoid inquisitive eyes.”