He was disowned by his father because of his infirmity that he developed when young and which was considered as a dishonour for his family.

My thoughts exactly. I wish my father was still alive.

He had been stationed there as soon as he became a policeman in the late 50s, and believe me what he used to recount about the goings-on there used to scare us.

I really cannot understand how these people reason.

Even the simple coordination of one meeting must take a huge effort – not to mention the duplication (to put it mildly) of costs.

This instead of having one board and more monies for the arts itself.

I would simply classify the place as the spawning grounds for the dregs (and not only) of the British fleet stationed in, or visiting, Malta.

Ask any police pensioner who happened to have been posted for duty at the Valletta district even during the 50s and the 60s.

Will the ‘barely literate’ newly-appointed artistic director bring back those ‘glorious’ days?

Even merde d’artiste is art if it is reviewed. Hence Schembri Bonaci.

In reality, it was a place were children were routinely raped for money, where mothers prostituted their children, men prostituted their wives, fathers furnished their under-age sons to sailors for cash, prostitutes were murdered (Maria s-Sewda) and women and children were generally brutalised.

Jason Micallef is from Mosta, but Schembri Bonaci is from Valletta and will know exactly what I am talking about.

Even because real innovators are invariably underground, ergo game for locations at the bottom end of the letting market. It’s the crowd that counts, not vice versa.

And when rumour has it Hugo Chetcuti bought out every available space in the street, what’s for this marxist’s mascot left to design?