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I find it quite fascinating how these people transposed their “Mandraggara” way of speaking (note the prolonged last vowels, the emphasis on certain words) onto the internet.

I won’t even bother trying to explain that, you know, clothes are not meant to be “fun” and “la komdi huma, komdi kulhadd”.

That’s ultimate Xarabank-esque view on life. Peppi Azzopardi single-handedly ruined this country.

You fascinate me. I suppose you’ve never been offered marshmallows to dip in a molten chocolate fountain either?

Yes, ‘middle class’ weddings are ghastly. One goes for the sake of one’s relatives, because an inheritance is not something to be scoffed at, but that’s just about it.

I mean I always need a lot of stiff drinks to sustain me. They’re invariably badly poured and mixed, but they help. I’ve also taken to hiring an escort. Keeps one busy, and preempts my tiresome aunts’ questions about “allura m’intix se turina l-gerfrent?”

Er, you haven’t been to an – ahem – middle class wedding recently, have you, Daphne?

Lucky you, I say.

Yes, witnesses are now in uniform. And fathers-in-law too.

[Daphne – Dear God. How frightening. Well, they are supposed to be in ‘uniform’, but not fancy dress.]

Melvin, judging by the way you write, among other things, I can almost accurately judge your background.

M’hemmx bzonn inkun nafek, u l-fatt li ma nafekx ifisser li il-hajja ma ressqitniex lejn xulxin – skola, 6th form, universita, xoghol, divertiment, ecc.

[Daphne – It is indeed their fault as they chose the outfit. And Chris Cardona should never have agreed to wear it. Since when are witnesses considered part of the bridal party and obliged to wear fancy-dress? Were the fathers of the bride and groom in the same get-up? The ushers?]

The bride. See her response to Nokkla’s comment above.

You’d think she’d have better things to do on her honeymoon than posting illiterate comments on a blog she never reads.

LOL@TEFL

Naf ezatt x’qed tghid… jiddispjacini ghal nies bhalek li ma jafux jghixu u jisthu jmorru xi tieg minhabba dawn ir-ragunijiet li semmejt “li jien qatt ma rajtom fl-ebda tieg”, imma sinjal li la rajtom inti nies ta klassi bhalek mejtin bil guh. U jiddispjacini li dhalt personali imma jien ma nqisx ruhi haj klass bhalek umbghad nghajjar lil haddiehor hamallu minghajr ma nafu.

People like me avoid weddings when possible. Free booze and food are not my thing. Mela, mmur tieg ha nara l-Censu taz-zija Dilor idahhal drumstick shiha f’ halqu u jarmi l-ghadma ma l-art. Jew imorru mal-mejda tal-gobon kulhadd jahtaf u addio l-pressjoni u l-cholesterol. L-aqwa li b’xejn. Imbaghad ingibu l-pirmli b’xejn mill-ispizerija wkoll.

People like me make a statement by walking in half-way through the wedding, greeting the relevant people, then walking out as soon as the couple cut the cake. Two hours max. I’m always too busy anyway. And I avoid having to see iz-zija Mari scoffing pastarjali u titfa fil-hendbek ghal mat-te filghodu. I actually do them a favour by leaving ma jmurx nikser lil xi hadd.

Ma tafx x’ qed tghid siehbi. Your standards are yours. Keep them, and enjoy. I have my own. I stick to mine.