AND ... WE'RE BACK

You will have noticed, I hope, that this blog hasn't been updated for a few days, longer than usual.

There are a number of reasons for this, one of which is that I wanted to leave the previous one up for a bit, so that you could appreciate the depths to which my interlocutors have found themselves able to sink. In their spluttering zeal in defence of their political masters, they have resorted to calling me names, being generally incoherent and trying, with spectacular lack of success, to be witty.

This is the lot of those of who write regularly and who do not act the part of Labour Cheerleaders or Lil'Elves, and far be it from me to begrudge my detractors their innocent fun.

I also had nothing much about which to write, frankly, since my usual targets seem to have adopted the "shut up, you sound better that way" strategy, at least for the time being (which makes it a tactic rather than a strategy) Whether this will prove to be a lasting phenomenon remains to be seen, but it can't be allowed to be, because after having given us fifty-one pies in the sky to gaze upon in awe, Dr Muscat is now duty-bound to tell us how he's cooking them up.

Also, do you really think a bunch of politicians can shut up for longer than a few days at a stretch? This applies to all facets of the spectrum, of course, and Franco Debono is living proof that they can't even can it over Xmas, just about.

Labour couldn't really shoot their mouths off, though, during the last couple of weeks, because the amount of money collected for various good causes rather gave the lie to their mantra that the country has gone to hell in a handcart. And people have generally stopped whining about the buses, too, which must annoy them no end.

There was also the New Year's Day tragedy, of course. I have written about this for my Saturday column and don't want to repeat anything I wrote there, except to remark to Deo Catania, if that is his real name, that blocking me off and hiding his foul thoughts isn't going to change things, and anyway, I've got screen-shots of his vileness, quite apart from his direct message to me that he's really sorry that someone close to me wasn't killed in the tragedy.

It is so sad to see that the human race contains specimens such as this.