Shock, horror, a rap artist conducted himself with less than perfect decorum and – even more shock horror – dared to bare his (rather well-chiselled) chest in the hallowed halls of no less a venerable location as Malta International Airport.

He then had the audacity, the who-does-he-think-he-is gall, to leave the assembled press waiting while he had a nap or whatever it is rap artists do before they go on stage.

And then, to compound his heinousness, he showed complete lack of respect for the press by insulting one of their number and having him thrown out of the presser, just because this valiant defender of freedom of expression and the dignity of the press corps asked him why he had kept them waiting for a couple of hours.

Tut, tut.

Disgusting.

Shouldn't be allowed.

How dare he, he comes here, to the centre of the known universe and then behaves like a lout?

Ladies and gentlemen of the press, dear, dear friends that you are, all I can say is, you ask for it. You build up these people by falling for their PR peoples' puffery and by rolling up to try and get pictures of them and touch the hem of their t-shirts, and then when they treat you the way super-stars have always treated minions, you get all offended and prissy.

Guys, this is a rap artist, not the Queen of the Netherlands and you don't get courtly behaviour from a rap artist: live with it – or treat them with the level of attention any common or garden entertainer deserves, which is not all that much.