SITTING IN MADRID
I'm sitting a Madrid hotel room, the same one where I watched The Match (big grin) and I've just read online the proceedings concerned with Labour's censure motion. I've just got back from an enjoyable day in Chinchon, which I thought I might tell you about, but the account of Dr George Vella's spluttering made me think otherwise.
Suffice it to say, when you go Chinchon (45 minutes by bus) make sure you eat on the balcony of the Iberia in Plaza Mayor.
Back to spluttering George, however.
Apparently, what is exercising this diplomat nonpareil is that the House was kept in the dark by Cachia Caruana when he was doing his diplomatic doings. That the whole thing was just a continuation of the Government's negotiations from years earlier on the subject passes this expert diplomat (George Vella, I mean) completely by. That public servants are not accountable to Parliament but to their Minister, who in his turn is accountable to Parliament, also seems to be a concept that Vella is unable to grasp.
That, to be brutally honest, one doesn't talk about diplomatic negotiations while they are in progress, especially not in the House where everybody and his brother can shoot his mouth off without giving a thought as to the consequences, is another point that goes beyond Vella's IQ.
Oh well, now the Secret Service won't jump on my bones, as Evarist Bartolo thinks it does at RCC's bidding, because I've stuck up for the mentioned RCC. Maria l-Maws should really take a chill pill.