I keep promising myself that I will not mention Jeffrey Pullicino Orlando Smith or that eternal sidekick of his, Jesmond. Boo to that say I—they too cute and cuddly to forget with their never-ending fomenting of heroic acts. The turncoat and his...

Malta is going to bake and boil they advised us a few days ago. Take precautions nanny state said. Cover your heads. Eat light. Stay indoors as much as possible. Use fans and air-conditioning to cool your temper and temper your rage. Thank you state...

Great land this of ours—I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well not it because it’s not as if I own it. But grand as our land is, if one were to imagine it being a boat, it has a few holes too many for comfort. The buoyancy is threatened by silly...

Right let's organise a mini survey. If you are reading this stop and quickly answer a question. OK? No cheating which means any purists out there reading this please blog off. Q: You are searching for something and you have to check Maltese...

I can't say I'm much of a tree-hugger or against all development. Just as trees are good for us and our lungs sometimes they have to be uprooted, trimmed or moved. And let's all admit something. We do seem to be over-developing and raping this...

Let’s take a deserved break from boring politics and move on to more serious stuff like football. Don’t worry I won’t go into too much detail as unlike most of Malta I am no pundit. I just love watching a game every so often and am completely...

Dear Honourable Sir, I'm ever so grateful to you for showing enviable uprightness in your life as a Member of Parliament. Malta, nay the world, needs people like you as its champions, its newly-minted benchmark. Now that the House will soon move...

My smartish phone bleeped on a sultry Sunday afternoon. I dozily looked at the message—hoping against hope it was someone kinky wanting some fun with me. Or someone who wanted to take me on a whirlwind tour of the world for six months all expenses...

No I have not turned literary and am not in Chaucerian mood—all I know and will say is that our parliament has been turned into a meeting place of people with grievances, anger, jealousy and now we have sublimated it into a place of fouls with...

I knew it would happen and it did. I wrote innocently about a guy I christened Pedro and his escape from Barcelona's doldrums and unemployment to a restaurant in Malta. Bang—I was shot and reviled as an outrageous spinner for GonziPN. Can I get a...