There are many, many sensible reasons why the microphone should – like a baton – be handed over to people in their 20s
Mamma mia. An enormous baggy lurid green camel hoof, leg-of-mutton arms instead of bingo wings, untanned age-freckled skin on glorious display, enough make-up to sink the MT Atlantik as it escapes the clutches of Brigadier Curmi, HORRIBLE outfits that scream panic about age (and hideously bad taste), and a folded red napkin as a clutch.
This photograph just screams ‘aging chavs who can’t face 40/50 and want to kick the 20-year-olds out of the way’. Yes, of course there’s a place for older women on television – just not pretending to be It Girls (the clue is in the second word) got up like drag queens, giggling and asking vapid questions on the red carpet.
I have to say, though, that Jason Micallef put up some very stiff competition on that red carpet: bright red trousers, dubious shoes, and a blue-grey semi-tailored jacket with lapels buttoned over a round-necked patterned T-shirt.
HAMALLI NATION.
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Photo of Jason, please. I don’t do ladies’ fashion.
[Daphne – Unfortunately, I haven’t got one (yet). I saw him on the television.]
When three tits don’t make a bra. Sorry.
ha ha…I like that “yet”…
Dressed that way all three can easily get a job at a rub ‘n tug.
Just horrible. Enough to make the eyes water. What a trio of inappropriately tarted up aging women. They wouldn’t be out of place in a club for superannuated washouts in Pigalle.
Three cougars and a camel hoof bigger than any camel hoof I’d ever seen.
Joseph Muscat had promised “to build a new middle class,” but so far he has only been successful in building a new hamalli class.
The new hamalli money-grabbing class was what Muscat always intended by “new middle class.”
The substratum of society that was a middle class under successive Nationalist administrations is being systematically eroded, segregated and marginalised.
One day very soon, we’ll be a minority begging for rights (not handouts) from government too.
Oh please – why doesn’t aging cat-woman show her claws to her friend wearing Kermit’s skin and the other one in her nightdress. Is this the best these three can do? Maltese sophistication, my backside.
I need glasses. For HAMALLI NATION I read HAMILTON TRAVEL.
The one on the right has forgotten to put on her bunny ears.
Edna Woolman Chase was right in saying that ‘Fashion can be bought. Style one must possess.’
Tasteless. Moira looks like she was attending some kind of Playboy bunny fetish party but left her ears at home.