Anyone who loves laughing can't not have heard of that Basil Fawlty catch-phrase in the title above. Times have changed drastically—the series ended, John Cleese married a few dozen times and now I doubt if the watchdog checking all drama, comedy...

Now I'm going to venture on to religious ground—not physically of course—so if you're scared or worried about me being blasphemous or irreverent please move on to a more erudite and religious blogger. He talks loads of sense while I talk and jabber...

From the shallowness of politics I plunge back into culture. Not that I have too much culture or know much about it—so forgive me if I spout uncultured, uncouth or unadulterated garbage. A few blog-posts ago I wrote about V18 and our national...

Bloggers of the world unite because bloggers rule; no, let’s go a bit further—bloggers dictate. Yes, as from now, whoever meets me has to come up to me so that I—like all good politicians will smile my blessing and limply shake their hand. We...

Politics and politicians and turncoats and half turncoats be damned and blasted. I'm really going to keep off that lark or else I'm really going to lose it—it being my readership. And keep in mind that my readership has lately grown by leaping,...

Now I definitely won’t mention that lawyer—you know the one from Għaxaq who is such a super blue lover of his party that he voted with the torrid reds and ousted a fellow blue. For starters the prime minister told us bloggers and co not to poke fun...

My last blog was all about Kurt, the Eurovision and how politics comes into anything we do. I thought it was only a joke that politicians would really care about silly Eurovision. Then Jason Micallef—he who was secretary-general of a party and now...

It’s Eurovision time so there’s no time for boring politics or thoughts of silly doom and daunting gloom. I’ll be as curt as possible—impossible for me but I’ll just try, only to fail—so that we won’t waste precious time we need to prepare and...

While out wandering aimlessly in outer space, where I blog for all strange and silly aliens, I met this talking rabbit. I kid you not. He said to me: "Psst! Hey you! Psst!" Just like you reading this I thought he was kidding. I mean who the hell...

The arbiter of all that happens in Malta has decided that I, the unknown, inconsequential blogger, am not only living in outer space but also am a sort of time -traveller. He, distinguished lawyer that he is, and observer of all things nefarious,...