Yes, very best wishes to Daphne from me too…
I was the first “just me”… Could you please choose another nickname?

I’ll have one of these.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0IKN2hvlOQ

Aloha Snackbar…..

If Peter Serracino Inglott were alive, bless him, he’d be in body and soul. (Spare me the platidues.)

Does anyone remember ‘Zebra’? it was preceded by ‘Il-Qamar’, a kind of dance-theatre pastiche where the performer (suitably female) gave birth, live, on stage, to some pebbles.

Interesting, you say? I say it’s dire.

Pamela Kerr rules.

Forget the baby-making. There are opportunities to be seized and we need to stay in shape.

This is a sneak preview of the company’s first programme:

THE RED SUN DANCE HONOURING THE GREAT LEADER OF MALTA JOSEPH MUSCAT AND HIS PEOPLE

i. A faithful rendition of the North Korean dance Ma Tagħmlu Xejn Mal-Perit Mintoff,

ii. A hip-hop rendition of Ġensna

iii. Ballet Dancing with Joseph Calleja.

iv. an improvised dance version of I Shot the Sheriff by Manuel Mallia and Paul Sheehan

v. Striptease and lapdance by Moira Delia (Chris Cardona will be the lap)

INTERMISSION

vi. A recreation of Mr and Mrs Luciano Busuttil’s first wedding dance

vii. The Macarena by Justyne Caruana, Helena Dalli and Deborah Schembri

viii. Danza Nuda by Cyrus Engerer and his boyfriend

ix. The Invisible Dance by Louis Grech, in which the audience may or may not see the dancer

x. Everybody gets on stage for the August Moon Ball Dance, a very complex piece in which Mary Louise Coleiro Preca will do the twerk, Franco Debono will do the chicken dance, Konrad Mizzi will do the robot, Owen Bonnici will breakdance and Joseph Muscat will fracture his ankle while waltzing with Michelle.

Bonus event during the intermission: Catfight between Mary Spiteri and Ira Losco

Guitar: Lou Bondi

Orchestra: the Malta Philharmonic Orchestra, conducted by Sigmund Mifsud

Choir: Etoile, Soleil and a bunch of less important children

Sound Technician: Leo Brincat

Lighting: Nexos

Venue: Ta’Qali, Taħt it-Tinda

Special attraction at the bar: Jeffrey Pullicino Oralndo ((€ 5 to take a photo with him)

Entrance is free because taxpayers will foot the bill.

5% of the proceeds will go to an animal shelter of Michelle’s choosing and the rest of the cash will be hoovered up by various Maltese bażużli.

NARAWKOM!!

The above programme is designed by Silvio Parnis and printed by Keith tal-Kasco

I wouldn’t mind them boarding their “xwieni” and reconquering this part of the Umma.

You and I would enjoy the Caliphate. As a child I used to read the tales of Harun Al Rashid. You know, Sinbad, genies, dancing maidens, camels, evil vizirs and wizards and rocs aplenty.

Call it consummate ennui, but Taghna Lkoll just doesn’t cut it. I need something more. I need the thrill of the Caliphate. I’d vote for it if I could. Labour are tal-Muzew nothings. I need something stronger to take the edge off.

Our own Toyota technical Jozef! A DShK at the back and a Black Standard at the front, some suitably inspiring music, me in my dishdasha and you in your djellaba, tearing around The Point, terrifying the Libyan bazuzli in their white SUVs. Ah, bliss.

Matthew, I love you and I want to have your babies.

I’m going to be lynched for saying this but I think it’s an important perspective and should be discussed.

Rape is a heinous crime which should be severely punished but, at the risk of sounding like a rape apologist, I have to say that the sentence given sounds like a miscarriage of justice to me.

If the woman Ched Evans had sex with was too drunk to remember anything about the night before, how can she prove that she did not consent to sex?

Drunken sex happens all the time. Drinking heavily is increasingly culturally accepted in the western world and many people feel that they need a lubricant to make up for their lack of social skills. The downside is that, when drunk, people often say and do things which they later regret or don’t even remember.

People don’t sign on a dotted line before having sex. Consent can mean anything from a very well planned sexual experience to begrudgingly accepting to have sex when one’s heart is not into it to randomly saying ‘yes’ while inebriated.

In an ideal world, consent would be unequivocal, loud and clear but this is the real world, and the real world is fuzzy. People don’t go around making grand proclamations about who they want to have sex with. They just do it, and consent is mostly given through body language.

Of course, Evans is an idiot for doing it. The rich and famous find it easier than the rest of us to find willing sexual partners but they are also easy targets for rape claims and big financial settlements so they should be doubly careful about what they get up to.

When I hear of staggering rape/sexual harassment statistics, I always wonder whether rape and sexual harassment are being given too broad a definition. Because of all the wrongs done to women throughout the ages, women are now automatically assumed to be right and men to be wrong. This is not always the case.

Going by what I have read about this case, this seems to be a case of drunken sex rather than rape.

One more thing: those comparing this case to the Cyrus Engerer one are missing an important point. A football club is a private enterprise. Cyrus Engerer works for the government. Although it would be entirely inappropriate to employ someone convicted of rape with the government, a private organisation can go ahead and employ him, provided no laws are being broken.

I dare say that Joseph Muscat was wrong when employing Cyrus Engerer and wrong again when interfering with Hibernians Football Club’s business.

Now go ahead, lynch me.

Thanks to Ryanair I’ve taken around 200 flights, or more. Never had a problem. You abide by their rules, learn the tricks to make your life and that of other passengers easy and you will be as right as rain.

I cringe and get frustrated when I see stubborn and clearly clueless passengers giving a hard time to the staff and holding up the flight. You have another option, of course: fly Air Malta for €400 return. Lap up the ‘luxury’.

How very Mao.

State sponsored art which reflects the lives of the peasantry and serves socialism.

Alexander, you really are not on the Ball.