I did not plan to justify red Eddy Privitera’s ramblings (January 12) until he named me again. This time, he assumes I read his diatribe while eating breakfast. I can assure him his political paranoia would make me choke on my marmite soldiers.
In very one of his mundane ramblings he has to have a pop at people who dare to have an unbiased opinion on Joseph Muscat’s malaise. Why? To allude to his two-birds-with-one stone, here’s one back at him, there’s no smoke without fire.
I guess the Auberge de Castille chimney needs cleaning because there is a pea-souper hanging over it.