In, I believe, the Eighties, Mike & The Mechanics brought out a single with this title.

It opened with the image of a waitress in a sleazy bar contemplating another stain across the wall and closes with the words "Don't look back, don't give up, pour yourself another cup".

Prescient, or what?

Our distinguished and unflappable Prime Minister must, in his heart of hearts, be contemplating quite a large stain on the wall of what is increasingly becoming the filthy facade of his government, a government elected on a promise of squeaky cleanliness and a complete dearth of snazzy clocks given as bribes.

Instead, we've been presented with a never-ending procession of appointments to public offices of individuals whose only attribute is that they publicly loved Joseph before the elections, "because Joseph speaks for me".

We've been presented with a series of snouts stuck into the trough, slurping up the cherries, the truffles and everything else they can find.

But the real, enormous, impossible to hide, well and truly popped cherry on the top of this government's quavering cake is the Cafe' Premier scandal.

Pushed to answer as to who was to take political responsibility for this foetid mess, Prime Minister Muscat let it be known that political responsibility had already been taken, because the government had opened its books and admitted that "mistakes" had been made.

So there's an end to it, ay? I don't think so: saying sorry is fine when you've had a bit of a spat with the little lady or forgotten to buy her choccies for Valentine's, but here we're talking about millions of euros of your and my dosh, people, handed out, for reasons known only to him and to the other side of the deal, by our PM using his own personal email for the purpose.

Oh, and I almost forgot his explanation, which was that the government made like a rabbit. It seems that the PM was deploying his British sense of humour and alluding to the hare in the hare and the tortoise fable.

The snag is that we all know what bunny rabbits do all the time, which is why you can't turn your back on a pair of them before they turn into many hundreds more bunnies.

That's pretty much the impression we're getting of Muscat's government: they're all merrily giving way to their instincts, with the added thrill, for them, that we're on the receiving end of their activities.

Pour yourself another cup, Joseph, and don't look back. And certainly don't give up, because that Teflon coating you've got is certainly more efficient than rabbit fur in deflecting criticism.

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