There you have the reason why Daphne and I got on so well. She’s the only person I know in Malta who doesn’t fawn over the local heros.

I cannot describe the joy and inner peace I felt when, in conversation, I asked her, not without betraying my own views, what she thought of Peter Serracino Inglott. And I got a raised eyebrow in response.

The cunt in Castile wants love and unity? He’s swimming in it, my dears. The Maltese absolutely adore each other. They build pedestals for each other.

Ask What’s-his-face Flores, the genius who refers to Andrew Azzopardi as a “Media guru.”

That, is a picture of a country on its knees.