Allow me to expand on that, Daphne.

Tony, Sandro Chetcuti has the wrong Ferraris.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nU7SpMaX_uE

But that means tinkering, real passion and taste.

A bit like gardening, obviously your good business man prefers a manicured lawn.

The problems with Ferrari started when the street cars turned red.

http://www.timesofmalta.com/articles/view/20021017/local/wardija-man-accused-of-forging-land-contract.164911

http://www.independent.com.mt/articles/2005-08-11/news/court-businessmen-handed-thousands-of-liri-to-foreigner-now-accused-of-organised-crime-79011/

[Daphne – Go back to shooting Somali pirates, Tony. If you weren’t so dull-witted you’d see that it’s the other way round. It’s Sandro Chetcuti who’s planning to abandon his “splendid villa in M’Scala with a nice view” and coming to live where I have lived since the age of 26; I have no plans whatsoever to abandon my own home for a splendid villa in Marsascala, even though I will now be seeing rather more of Sandro Chetcuti than I want to because he clearly thinks that the area where I live is more prestigious (I use a word he would use) than the area where he lives.

People like me don’t like Ferraris and have no particular affinity for men who drive them. Ferraris are there for the Carmen Ciantars of this island.]

The only decent person of mention who ever lived there (apart from various Romans and Phoenicians) was Sir Stanley Matthews.

Yes I am really astonished.

Do go on ….

Ironically you can find the biggest evidence of our statement when you’re on a boat at sea. You find yourself surrounded by hamalli speeding past you and hamalli putting down anchor in your vicinity.

[Daphne – That’s right, Concetta, and you know nothing about me either, but the main difference between us is this: I deal in words and can spot the subtleties, spite and hostility in the sub-text at first glance. What less practised eyes will not notice is, to me, a language loud and clear. You would be astonished to know how many accurate assessments I can make about you from just the few sentences you have written here, and the context. I don’t make a point of doing it or even spend time thinking about it – it’s automatic, the way a painter looks at a painting and picks up things which the rest of us won’t notice.]

“In Malta, there isn’t even one.”

You made my day. Thanks for the laugh.

[Daphne – Well, you know, Concetta, people like you have the run of the country and have probably failed to notice that anybody who is different has completely disappeared from public view. Have the non-Sandro Chetcuti/Silvio Parnis/Michelle Muscat types been rendered extinct, do you think? No, they just stay away from public spaces and move between one completely private space and another. This is a bad sign. It is what happens in under-developed countries when people of that sort feel threatened or culturally excluded and outnumbered.]

That’s paranoid.

[Daphne – No, it is reality. In larger countries, there are lots of places which are safe from such people. In Malta, there isn’t even one. ]

Overpowers the place, no crispness or depth of line and the tackiest of detailing leaving it impoverished of texture.

Just hate those wooden accents supposedly memory, more a two fingered salute to missierijitna.

Totally Calabria Saudita. The stuff of news footage with hooded Carabinieri moving in to arrest the boss.

Architects have so much to answer for.