Daphne taghti fastidju lil Charlon Gouder No. 7

Ahjar nikkonsulta ftit ma' Miss Micallef

From the archives: GOOD JOB, SUPER ONE

When I appeared in court for Magistrate Scerri Herrera’s defamation suit, the Super One cameras camped outside the building for three hours – a full team composed of crack reporter Charlon Gouder, bionic cameraman Byon Jo Zammit and a couple of bag-holders.

Apparently, their camera was needed nowhere else on important business that day, or their antics on Comino in tents raised enough money to buy a spare.

They also thought it of sufficient news value to follow me and members of my family halfway around Valletta, until we had to call the police, who went off with Charlon instead.

But when Sandro Chetcuti was arraigned yesterday for the attempted murder of Vince Farrugia, then no – Charlon, Miss Jason and Super One couldn’t spare a camera or a reporter and they were nowhere to be seen. Miss Jason and Ronnie didn’t put on their matchy-matchy pale suits with subtle gold ties and sit in court as a show of support to one party and hostility to the other, as they did with Consuelo’s defamation suit.

No, they stayed well clear.