Michelle Muscat: chewing gum and texting throughout the Hilda Schembri Memorial Lecture
Michelle Muscat: chewing gum and texting on her smartphone throughout the Hilda Schembri Memorial Lecture
Michelle Muscat, “wife of the prime minister” (as the Labour Party’s news website Maltastar insists on describing her, never having learned the possessive-form-apostrophe-s and just in case we have forgotten who Michelle Muscat is) was seated in the front row at the Hilda Schembri Memorial Lecture this evening, directly in front of the speaker, chewing gum and texting throughout.
Members of my international worldwide network of spies rang me to say how struck they were (negatively, despite their desire to obey the law and be positive) by all this chewing and texting.
“So she never knew how to behave because perhaps she only mixed with people who behaved that way,” said one, “but surely she should have learned by now. The chewing and texting were continuous and everybody who could see her noticed and commented.”
Now we’ll have a press release from the government’s Department of Information, telling us that Mrs Muscat graced the event with her presence, wearing vintage mustard with a crepe-de-chine ‘gost’.
The Hilda Schembri Memorial Lecture is an annual event held to raise awareness about breast cancer. It is held in memory of Hilda Schembri nee Curmi, who battled the disease for many years, eventually dying of it, and who was the first to begin campaigning, in the early 1990s, for more awareness and screening programmes.
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Why does The Times bother employing reporters when the government seems to be handing over video clips, which that newspaper gladly posts on its portal.
Oh dear Mabel, what’s become of your dear Times. I suspect you would have rather shut it down than see it in such a sorry state.
http://www.timesofmalta.com/articles/view/20141016/local/top-shanghai-electric-officials-in-malta-for-power-station-technical-talks.539986
It’s not just videos, you should see the queue outside the side door on St.Paul’s Street, mostly after nine in the evening.
I know DeMartino won’t like this, pero’ l-Maltin qatt ma bezqu fl-ghajn tal-ilma.
What is she expected to do if she cannot understand a thing, yawn?
Is there a fashion expert out there to enlighten us on the subtle differences between the designer dress Mrs . Muscat is wearing and the homemade copy that the model on the right is wearing .
Chewing gum at 40 would be bad at any time, anywhere.
To apply for a dogsbody role at the Malta High Commission in London you need to produce a DBS (previously CRB which is the British police-record check) and then that sleazy criminal, Cyrus Engerer, gets posted in Dar Malta.
http://www.foreign.gov.mt/default.aspx?MDIS=5381
“but surely she should have learned by now. ” , She has , she’s the Mara tal- Prim Ministru , and she’s learnt that she can do and she can get whatever she fancies.
Ritienne caught me looking at the photo above. Now I’m in trouble.
Did she think you were admiring the prime minister?
Or were you looking through the lace?
If you look through Mrs Muscat’s lace you will see nothing more exciting than flesh-coloured inforra tas-satin.
Be thankful for small mercies – at least we were spared the vision of her black undies.
Blimey, so that’s where all the doilies from the Girgenti cupboards went.
Hamalla minn Burmarrad. Nothing she says or does will ever change her status. And unlike the traffic issue , this is certainly not a case of “percezzjoni”.
I still have to understand that what that traffic ‘expert’ was on about.
You think you’re in a traffic jam. But in fact you’re travelling at the speed of light.
Smart phones being used by unsmart people.
Was she also chewing with her mouth open like a goat?
I say she wanted to deliver an address as ‘the wife of the prime minister, Mrs.Muscat’, her wish refused, thus the sulking.
Texting and earnestly chewing gum is how kids do it nowadays.
Legend has it that when Michelle Tanti was one of the Xarabank crew tasked with managing opinion from the audience, she invariably hogged the mike instead of passing it around, Peppi visibly miffed.
Six buttons are better than three buttons.
Here’s one for Jason:-
What’s the difference between Michelle Muscat and Alex Ferguson?
They both sit in the front row and chew gum, but only one of them’s written an autobiography.