So, who ate all the pies then?
You know how in that election campaign ‘day in the life of Joseph’, the Great Leader was shown lunching on a couple of oranges while Mrs Michelle Muscat was shown in her kitchen preparing “naqra soup u selid” for him?
And how he was filmed spending his daily hour pumping iron at the gym?
And how we’re all wondering why, despite the fruit lunch, the soup and salad supper, and the heavy training at Spinach Gym, his waddle is getting worse and his jackets are a really tight fit?
I think a member of my international worldwide network of spies may have inadvertently hit upon the answer. The Muscat family car, in its guise as the prime ministerial limo with flag and chauffeur, was spotted on a pit-stop outside Queen’s in Hamrun a couple of days ago, loading up on pies and Wudy sausage rolls.
Behind Mrs Michelle Muscat’s back, no doubt.
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How is such bad behavior treated in the high society? Do they believe in punishments?
Oh yes, the fifty shades of grey kind of punishment
I remember Muscat saying he prefered burgers to gala dinners.
“You are what you eat”
I hate the phrase, “You are what you eat”.
It means that only cannibals are human.
And anyway, cows only eat grass and just look at them!
It has nothing to do with cannibalism.
Basically if you eat crap you will feel like crap and look like crap. Eat healthily and you will be and look healthy.
I feel like crap and I eat healthy food. Man, give me a flippin burger.
Drink certainly helps. You’ll slide down the slope of unhealthiness until your system gives up, but at least everything will seem much nicer on the way down. If you’re worried about getting fat, try cocaine. Supermodels live on the stuff, and just look at them.
The 21st century, what a bloody nuisance.
Could it have been an office party behind Dr Muscats back? Was the chauffeur was using the Prime Minister’s car without the knowledge of the Prime Minister? The chauffeur could have had the guise on so that he could park anywhere without getting a ticket.
Queen’s portions are not huge, they are exaggeratedly huge. One of their burgers can leave you constipated.
He might even take home with him a dozen cheesecakes to surprise Mrs Michelle Muscat.
Make that 13 then, ghax qisu pastizz.
Perhaps the Comtesse de Burmarrad craved a take-away tumpani ? One can only eat so much caviar and smoked salmon (pronounce this last with an ‘e’ and ‘l’; it’s all the rage).
Can’t wait to see our PM in 2018. Plus five years, plus twenty kilos, minus his remaining hair, and minus the smug arrogance of the fresh victor.
He is probaby missing the good ol days in opposition when Queens was just up the road from Labour HQ and days were less stressful.
Well, he can run from his tumpana background, but he cannot hide. Kul, Joseph, ha tikber hi.
Is that Joseph Calleja or il-prim? Forgive me all, please, but I tend to confuse them. X’taghmel!