Well, see, I’ve been meaning to comment on this. Christian Cardona is a complete unknown outside Malta. No one in Germany will have recognised him, and the reception committee (I mean the government one, not Acapulco) will have studied his picture to make sure they greeted the right man when he stepped out of the car.

The only way any prostitute would think of blackmailing a client is if they were super-famous and she knew their faces, like that DSK bloke, or indeed, like Lewinsky with Bill Clinton. Or Trump’s many women with Trump.

Imagine going to the Bild offices mit kompromittierenden Videos, and having to click away awkwardly and faff about with Google on the editor’s laptop to find K-r-i-s-t-i-a-a-n-K–Nein, nein, mit einem C.

It wouldn’t work.

Imagine too, if you were a seven-foot shaven-headed MMA bull-necked brick shoitehouse with an earpiece, standing at the door, and an unknown midget in a suit came up to you, after shouting to his buddy “Joe, Joe, din-naha!” , demanding the CCTV “viidjos” from last Monday.

Want to know why Europe is great? Because the Maltese are completely cut down to size.

Perhaps he knows the visit can be verified by witnesses, CCTV, card transactions, phone/car GPS and the like, and is playing a semantics game. As in: “I may have been there, but in my free time, not while on duty.” If this is the case, it’s a lousy excuse.

a) persuade Axeman’s fans that he is innocent of the misconduct that Daphne has exposed – therefore she is lying:
and

b) borrow enough time for him to clear his name with the public so that he may once again run for election next year.

Ergo, he is a drunken idiot by any measure. Q.E.D.

Yes, Rosie, the Wanking Secrecy Act.