My last blog post of the year was all about how close we are to heaven. Malta, that is. Now we’re back in election firework time so I am sure we are going to be given proof that if God exists He surely lives on our rock. Where else would He have so much fun following politics and those absolute bores, the politicos. But then again would God want to come and be super-bored?

I watched, and heard, some of the battle of the newly-minted deputy leaders.  Is this what is meant by new politics? Boredom and total comatose-inducing stuff?

Politics in general is well rid of Anglu and his style will hopefully not be adopted by anyone. The man, as has been admitted by various Labour sympathisers, was a hindrance in Joseph Muscat’s efforts to net all the floaters lost at sea and needing direction into the Labour camp.

But if we are well rid of that kind of politician are we now ushering in a new breed of people who will try not to be too harsh or vitriolic? I half-expected one of the Deputy Leaders to apologise for not being in the same party. I mean—could anyone pinpoint whatever it is that divides and distinguishes the two parties? Even the third party’s representative didn’t come out with a list of terrible grievances or did he and I slept through it?

Simon is beatific. Louis is softness personified. Both are going to take us to a new political age in the new Piano parliament, where lovely symphonies will herald the era of all politicians wearing the same tie and knotting themselves to seem super- good and benign.

I used to dream of a day when politicians do not snipe and shout at each other like damnable rottweilers. But please for the sake of entertainment get back Anġlu, Franco and all the rest of the old brigade of fighters. I’m missing them already.