The Law Commissioner wants me to tell you the truth, so I shall
The Law Commissioner has gone nuts on his blokk because I said that he fancies the pants off a Hal Ghaxaq hairdresser called Mariella Mifsud, who owns a salon called Hairmania where the Law Commissioner’s mother gets her hair done.
The Law Commmissioner himself claims that even though he and Mariella have known each other all their lives and are friends, he ‘hasn’t seen her for years’ and only bumped into her in the early hours of Sunday morning ‘by coincidence’.
And nowhere in his hysterical defence of his actions does he say the real reason why media exposure of his whereabouts and activities on Saturday night/Sunday morning makes him crazy like a fox. It’s not because he’s Law Commissioner and this behaviour is unfitting and might lead to him being sacked by the prime minister (that’s never going to happen, and he knows it, just as his brawl-buddy the Science Council chairman does).
No, it’s because he has a girlfriend of some 10 years’ standing, who he keeps carefully concealed in the background and never mentions or goes about with in public – as though she’s some kind of unmentionable disease or something that might damage his fantastic image.
He strikes me as being one of those men a la antika, with an gharusawho passes patiently into middle age while waiting for her gharus to marry her/ask her to live with him/start a family. Meanwhile, the gharus just carries on living with his mother/parents/in his own home and living like a single man.
I knew a few like these when I was growing up – my grandparents’ contemporaries. Back then I thought it was all to do with propriety, that people that age simply didn’t live together without being married. I never thought to ask why they didn’t marry in the first place.
It took me years to work out that it was all about the man’s convenience, what suited the man best, and he not wanting to make a decision on marrying that particular woman. Meanwhile, he never actually takes up with or marries anyone else, so you get two lives petering out pointlessly.
But anyway, different folks, different strokes – that’s the Law Commissioner’s business and his decade-long girlfriend’s. But he’s keen that I tell you the facts and not the ‘fiction’ about his pursuit of Mariella Hairmania. So here are those facts.
His girlfriend is called Vanessa Grech and she is a legal procurator employed at the Law Courts. She comes from a Zejtun family of Mintoffjani (I must say that women from Zejtun families of Mintoffjani have played quite a strong behind-the-scenes role these last five years). She still lives there. Her Facebook friends list is saturated with Labour politicians, Labour hangers-on and Labour weirdos like Natius Farrugia.
She also seems to have a particular fascination for handbags, and plasters her Timeline with photographs of desirable ones, which might well be the equivalent of heavy-hinting to the man in your life. I suppose it is not a coincidence that Labour WAGs have the same fixation on handbags as status symbols that British football WAGs used to have.
Franco Debono keeps his relationship with Vanessa Grech quiet. She does not. Her Timeline is riddled with photographs of the man in her life, with political messages in his favour, and even with one particularly embarrassing (because it is unironic) photograph of him emblazoned with the legend PAR IDEJN SODI. This just has to be the cause of a not a few bawdy remarks.
Vanessa Grech looks nothing like Mrs Austin Gatt. Nor does she, like Mariella Hairmania, have bodywork and spray-painting done so as to pose in a car scrapyard in a ‘sexy’ outfit. She is a normal, homely-looking lady who seems to have actual proper friends who are like her, rather than ‘prowlers and users’ who have been to the panel-beater, which is what most women seem to have nowadays, at least if you go by Facebook. She loves her mother and handbags, votes Labour and she admires her boyfriend. She probably also deserves the Gieh ir-Repubblika for patience.
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Why the hack (sic) is Peter Paul Zammit, our Police Commissioner, on Facebook?
Looks like a decent nice girl to be wasting time with a cock-fighter.
Wasn’t Franco Debono (he wasn’t yet Law Commissioner) also seeing a lady in Gozo last winter? Or was he just popping in for pastizzi?
No, for just the one.
“Vanessa Grech was with Franco Debono II and Franco Debono III”.
Was Franco Debono I with Mariella Mifsud?
Iktar ma turina wicc dan il-bahnan iktar ikollna ragun nghidu kemm qed nghixu fi zmien patetiku b’nies illuppjati bhal dawn. Veru qisu wicc l-ex sindku ta’ tas-Sliema dak li nqabad jiehu flus mhux tieghu.
Didn’t he also have the hots for one of Joseph Calleja’s many exes, Kirsten Ancillieri?
At one point it seemed Michela Spiteri had the hots for him.
Bit of a Don Juan, is our Law Commissioner.
Wait for it, next Sunday.
She can’t really have been that interested because he wasn’t married, even though he did have a girlfriend.
So no scope there for some tried and tested vengeance-of-the-unmarried-woman who breaks up marriages to prove to herself that marriage is not all it’s cracked up to be.
True to form, she’s taken up with another woman’s husband since her fond declarations in The Sunday Times about the manliness of Franco Debono, and now lives with him, having prised him away from a family that includes a daughter of just five years old, who have been left in serious financial and other hardship as a result.
Cheap and tacky. Hardly surprising, then, that she fancied Franco Debono.
Tsk tsk. You’ve done it now, calling Dottoressa Spiteri cheap and tacky. She comes from a landed patrician family and doesn’t take kindly to such adjectives.
Oh well, good thing I’m not married.
Too many prowling cougars about. I see Natius has gone one better and found himself a tiger.
@village bicycle. Although I agree with your sentiment regarding things being cheap and tacky, and don’t think highly (at all) of women who take up with married men with children, can you please refrain from saying things like she “prised him away”? All too often, especially in Malta, the fact that men actually do have a choice in these matters is really forgotten.
[Daphne – I have to butt in here, because I have long thought that argument disingenuous, and have had several debates about it over time. The reality is that women, too, have a choice and the choice and decision are generally ours. It is naive to think otherwise. I am as feminist as they come, but I do not use feminism or support for women as an excuse to distort the reality of human relationships.
The fact is that most men, and the older they get the more they become this way, are like monkeys – in the sense that they won’t let go of one branch before they have hold of another. Women will rarely wait for another man to come along as justification for leaving their husband – in fact, many women have affairs, get over it, and stay put because they understand innately that the integrity of the home/family is more important than their narrow personal interests.
If a woman wants to leave her husband, she’ll just leave. It rarely has anything to do with another man, and if she waits until another man comes along, it’s only because she needs the financial help. But when a man leaves, there’s almost always another woman in the picture, and his narrow personal interests take over, leaving chaos in their wake.
The point I make here is that if the ‘other woman’ breaks off the relationship, you can bet your last cent that the man in the equation won’t leave his family. I wasn’t born yesterday and I have seen too much happen. Also, because I was thrown into a working world of men from my early 20s, I know through direct experience how fixated men can become, especially when they are going through a tough time at home and are looking for attention, and how easy it is to – yes, literally – wreck their homes should you be that way inclined and have no thought at all for the ensuing chaos or the all-round suffering caused.
With men (I generalise, but it’s pretty accurate, and with very few exceptions), it’s either the one or the other – the wife or a mistress – or both. He won’t leave his home and family unless he’s got a woman to go to, or the potential for several of them, a potential he sees from the messages other women deliberately give out.
It is dishonest for a mistress to say ‘He wanted to leave his wife. It’s not as though I asked him to.’ No, you didn’t ask him to, but then you didn’t send him packing or break off the relationship, either, in which case he wouldn’t have left at all and would probably even have sorted things out.
And we haven’t even begun to consider the obvious: entering the relationship in the first place. So yes, it is generally the women who “prise” men away from their families, not because they care about the man, but because, more precisely, they don’t care about his wife and children and so have no compunction. Men who have affairs with married women generally find it impossible to prise them away from their families. Ask yourself why. I apologise for the lengthy reply, but this is a topic which exercises me, largely because I know through personal experience over a couple of decades that it is perfectly possible to rebuff a married man in such a way that brings him to his senses, and even earns his respect. Those women who don’t do that just don’t want to, or perhaps conclude that a married man is better than none and as long as they are not the ones paying for the emotional and financial wreckage, and it’s not their children who are suffering, they don’t care.]
Landed, yes, thanks largely to her father being very in with the Labour government of the 1970s and 1980s. He’s also done a fair amount of real estate development with Louis Grech, now deputy prime minister, since. But he was also an accountant. It’s not a coincidence that this government appointed him to the Air Malta board.
As for patrician – no, not really. Her grandfather Nestor Spiteri was a ladies’ hairdresser in Sliema – Prince of Wales Road, I think. Nothing wrong with that, because it makes her father’s achievements all the more impressive, and he was a well known society hairdresser, but Dr Spiteri seems to have a problem with it herself because she insists on speaking about others as though she herself is to the manor born.
And her uncle (or great-uncle)? Jurisprudence runs in the blood, you know.
@ Daphne
“The reality is that women, too, have a choice and the choice and decision are generally ours. It is naive to think otherwise. I am as feminist as they come, but I do not use feminism or support for women as an excuse to distort the reality of human relationships. ”
I do not think I said the above. I said that I do not think highly of women who have relationships with married men and do not care about the consequences, thereby implying that I understand they have a choice. Perhaps I have not made my point clear enough.
Maybe less of “he’s just an idiot”, “he didn’t know what he was doing”, “she lured him away” and more of “why couldn’t he man up and take care of his children” or “why can’t he appreciate what he has?” or “seriously, still chasing skirt?” would be good.
So my main point was that by saying that the woman “prised” him away, and always seeming to just say this and not the other, denies an aspect of the reality. We seem to remove responsibility from the low-life man a bit too often.
[Daphne – Catherine, there is no way I am suggesting that men who do this are not despicable. And very often, their own wives know they are despicable but are quite prepared to deal with that to save their children – not themselves – from the alternative.]
H P Baxxter, Michaela Spiteri’s family fortunes were founded on the proceeds of a hairdressing salon. Perhaps there is a genetic link between that career and certain types of (un)social behaviour.
Village Bicycle: the salon was Tower Road c/w Fawwara Lane.
‘Jurisprudence runs in the blood’. Perhaps, but in this case, it doesn’t.
The judge you are thinking of is married to Dr Spiteri’s mother’s sister – so no blood relation, but an uncle by marriage, or as they say in Maltese ‘ziju tar-rispett’.
On several occasions I’ve seen Franco Debono with Labour billboard girl Lara Boffa, usually past 6pm, at the coffee shop around the corner from his office in Valletta.
There’s noticeable shrinkage in the pony department.
Could the fact that Franco Debono was seeing a rabid Mintoffjana have had something to do with his antics in the last legislature?
He was already prone to childish theatrics so she didn’t have to push much but, did she push?
So there is a Franco II and III? Please spare us.
Theres even a Franco IIC
She looks pretty decent and normal to me.
In fact Jimmy is nowhere to be seen.
… and the more his behaviour spirals downwards the more he’s rewarded….
So there are three of them. What an effing joke.