Lino Bianco will stay on as ambassador. He knows he has no chance of being elected to the European Parliament. He is only being used to collect votes, no more no less.

Oh but Alex Sc[e]berras Trigona will flirt with anything with two holes and a heartbeat, as my mate Spud used to say.

He is a ghastly man, and horrid company.

Of course he is loved by all, Labour and Nationalist alike, “ghax pulit minn Tas-Sliema u nobbli”, wouldn’t you know.

To be seen in his company is a badge of honour. To have one’s personal space invaded is practically a ticket to the nobility.

And the Naked Emperor marches on.

Oh that one, yes, anything to hegemonise public perception.

You should have seen her flirt with Alex Sciberras Trigona at the French Ambassador’s Bastille do last year. Not to mention every plein air catalogue, and if it’s in Birgu gives the perfect opportunity to patronise the locals, msieken.

The joke in Mepa was that if one wanted to place a bet whether she’d put in her pencilled objections, all one had to do was check if her husband’s involved in drawing up the EIA.

At one point, anyone thinking of presenting a proposal would be advised to keep 10,000 Euros contingency to preempt any potential ‘neighbour’ from objecting, holding the permit to ransom. Ghax these things cost money hux?

The mess that is Tigne’ North is indirectly her legacy. Don’t you just adore the context in which the battery now finds itself? Then there’s that ‘Villa’ next to the pjazzetta which just happens to be as incongruous and open a wound simply because she lives right opposite.

From facadism, already a weak fuzzy logic, to keeping a facade and plonking your standard half a dozen sea view terraces on top. How’s that for aesthetics, this camel has three humps, an extra leg and stripes to keep the infidel at bay.

Order isn’t of the petit bourgeois, if we do we risk Piano’s stilts covered in antimacassars.

To think her own statute requires her to leave: Her callous attacks on another NGO, that frumpy one all military, enactments and repository of useless information, were something to behold.

Which explains the FAA’s absolute lack of data, objectivity and instruments to provide critical thought.

Nappy pants.

Ah. I was wondering what his profile was and what he may have done to endear himself to Joseph Muscat in the election run-up. Thank you.

He got his most important academic qualifications in Bulgaria anyway.

So much for Astrid Vella’s ‘expert’ on planning matters. She’ll have to recommend someone else to her followers.