The fake-tits-and-vodka specialist has spoken

Every one of Muscat’s stooges who spoke in parliament yesterday evening did his level best to scotch the “rumours” about Keith Schembri’s illness, their protestations looking all the more ridiculous and incredible in the face of Schembri’s own silence.

Eventually, that barfly – the Minister for the Economy – staggered to his feet and called me “the queen of fake news”. Well, he would, wouldn’t he? I’m the one who broke the story that he was living rent-free at a luxury flat in Portomaso, borrowed from a businessman friend, Silvan Fenech ta’ Tumas, after his wife threw him out because he spent most of his time hanging around in bars or at Hugo’s Lounge with other women of a less than reputable sort.

Chris Cardona knows far more about queens of fake tits than he does about queens of fake news. Oh, and vodka. Lots of it. Sometimes with a coke chaser.

The Minister for the Economy should be breathalysed before parliamentary sittings.