Comments on: Now we’re lumped with him

By: amband

amband — Mon, 23 Jun 2014 13:16:29 +0000

In reply to Gahan. Of course they do, and I must say Australia has allowed too much rubbish in through its generous immigration programme.

By: Angus Black

Angus Black — Sat, 21 Jun 2014 00:52:58 +0000

In reply to Land of Convicts.

Grima jew Muscat?

Mhux it-tnejn (minn) ‘taghna lkoll’?

By: Cyrene

Cyrene — Fri, 20 Jun 2014 12:12:14 +0000

In reply to john smith. grammar.

By: Confused

Confused — Thu, 19 Jun 2014 23:44:53 +0000

In reply to Polza. Can't they exile you though? I'm not a lawyer but it definitely sounds like a plausible solution. [Daphne - Exile? What century are you living in? That's a human rights violation. A citizen cannot be refused entry into his or her own state, whatever the circumstances.]

By: john smith

john smith — Thu, 19 Jun 2014 16:25:09 +0000

In reply to john smith. Its your site ... don't release what you don't like. i post when i have nothing better to do. if u want to waste time vetting grammer that's your prerogative. ;)

By: ciccio

ciccio — Thu, 19 Jun 2014 10:40:56 +0000

In reply to H.P. Baxxter. Ok, Baxxter. This is the one edition of Xarabank I will not miss.

By: Rita Camilleri

Rita Camilleri — Thu, 19 Jun 2014 09:37:14 +0000

In reply to H.P. Baxxter. Please don't give them any ideas...

By: curious

curious — Thu, 19 Jun 2014 06:47:34 +0000

In reply to Jozef. Note the comment sent in by Nuri Katz.

By: Land of Convicts

Land of Convicts — Thu, 19 Jun 2014 04:06:16 +0000

It takes a thief to catch a thief.

Baqa wicc ta’ Malti rahli mifquh. Probabli ma biddilx id-dieta u baqa jiekol il-pastizzi bhal Joey taghna lkoll.

By: H.P. Baxxter

H.P. Baxxter — Thu, 19 Jun 2014 01:24:54 +0000

In reply to ciccio.

I love Xarabank.

And I can see it now: Alex Vella riding into the studio on his Harley, to the frenzied applause of the pastry-starved audience, as that ghastly Fabri pumps away on his guitar and Joe Azzopardi chews gum.

Then it’s on to some adverts, and then the first question:

“Alex [20 second pause as Azzopardi collects his thoughts]. Alex, x’garalek l-Ostrelja?”

[Followed by a 2-minute incoherent answer, to which Azzopardi adds his incoherent thumbnail sketch of the guest.]

“Allura Alex [20 second pause while Azzopardi chews his hum, looks around the studio with glazed eyes, and remembers some vague record of the “brainstorming session” with the producers.] haw’ ghandna litratt tieghek meta kont tfal. Kemm kellek zmien hemm? Digà liebes flokk ta’ skanetru.”

[On to adverts, followed by that talentless James Bondin, followed by the off-key Fabri, followed by sponsors, followed by a voxpop on “Qatt mort l-Awstralja” [Le hi! / Iva hi nara l’ohti! / Mela hi! Ahna minn Sydney hi! / Eh? / Mela menn. Mort l-Oktoberfest tghidx kemm sirt hara.] followed by a close-up of Azzopardi’s vacant stare.]

And so on for the next four hours. Meanwhile, Maltese businessmen smuggle some more Libyan oil, the civil war in Libya, Syria and now Iraq spreads some more, pushing up the price of that phantom power station, the Chinese invade some more South China Sea islands, and Gasol shareholders dump their stock.

It’s Friday night and all’s well.