Sorry then if Rebecca isn’t sexy how is the program sexy?

Everyone has their own style.

Rebecca like dresses and heels while I prefer cigarette pants and a pair of brogues – I also wear heels mind you.

Who is the sexiest of us two?

There is no answer. And she should be free to wear whatever she is comfortable in.

There are men who like girls with dresses and there are men, like my boyfriend who points out if I am wearing to much eye-liner.

A lady doesn’t ONLY have to wear dresses to be sexy.

ANYONE can be sexy.. because it’s all about sex appeal.

[Daphne – Yes, that’s what Rita Spiteri the Desert Princess thinks too.]

I’m sorry, but Rebecca isn’t sexy.

There’s this vulgar assimilation between explicit soliciting and the word sexy.

A woman is sexy when she doesn’t feel she has to do all that. And that’s invariably when she’s at ease with her intelligence and its exercise.

Makes the game intrepid.

Immediately after the war, when Mintoff was Minister responsible for reconstruction, the Cospicua area was thoroughly re-built. My father had property there, and it was to the Minister that one had to resort for assistance.

Mintoff decried the lack of Marshall Aid moneys which were denied to Malta (read differently, please) and left his hometown people (read differently, please) even poorer than before.

How would they handle that? as in, the whole posse of them at Super One?

I so don’t want to know. But the type is so – you know – suited.

One TV should show how following 16 years of Mintoff power, the Bormla area where Mintoff lived remained in the very bad state that it was.

Mintoff never upgraded his own but instead left them in a state of poverty because that was the best way to get votes, from the poor.

Ahna partit tal-fqir. So Mintoff’s aim was to keep us poor.

Risposta f’waqtha, Daphne. Prosit.

Fakkarni fir-riklam li jġibu fuq it-Taljan…Hot Time. u ajma ma…b’hekk iridu jiġbduhom it-telespettaturi! Ħamallaġni tal-prima kwalità flimkien ma’ tagħsida tat-tiġieġ għax hekk jgħidu li kien ikun qisu il-gaxin, dak l-ikel li jifdal wara li jieklu tas-servizzi mħallat flimkien biex jagħmlu soppa jew gaxin.

The messy, nasty and unsavoury concoction would sell for 3 pennies for a bowl, plus a few more for a slice of bread pudding.

Later on in life, during Mintoff’s regime, I remember the old creature lamenting his own childhood days when the Maltese were so poor and ill-clad as to be daily living on dollops of ‘gaxin’ while the British servicemen lorded it over them.

Is that what One TV is trying to re-create?

[Daphne – You don’t know much about sex if you think it’s all nipple tassels. I’m 50, Illuminated, and when I was 25 I had pretty much the same attitude I do now, even though I laid them all flat in my hotpants. It worked like a charm, and I never had to pretend I liked anyone. You see, the thing you girls don’t understand is that in a sea of simpering young women, it’s the young woman who doesn’t simper who stands out, and you can best your last cent that she’s going to be the one the men are interested in, while the others bitch about and wonder why. You should try it some time.]