So I was wrong, Labour have won another cynical, opportunistic, motion,this time riding on the coat-tails of someone else who had a personal axe to grind.

What a sad bunch, snapping at the heels of people who are so much better than them that they can't even comprehend the vastness of the gap.

I'm told, because I am away and I couldn't bring myself to waste some international bandwidth listening to him, that the Honourable Pullicino Orlando mentioned me in the House while he was venting his spleen on Mr Cachia Caruana. I was going to write "his ineffectual spleen" but sadly, the combination of his spleen and Labour's opportunism resulted in it being effectual.

Let me spell it out, so even Mr Pullicino Orlando can grasp it: I was, am and remain honoured to call Cachia Caruana my friend. This does not mean, however, that he tells me what to write and what opinions to hold.

Perhaps in Pullicino Orlando's version of reality, this happens, but in mine, it doesn't. If he has proof to the contrary, why doesn't he have the moral fibre to say it without Parliamentary privilege, where he has to be careful what he says, because if he lies, he can be called a liar without being able to invoke the privileges to which he is entitled?

What a sad reflection on the depths to which Labour and its opportunism have reduced the House. The more they preach about Parliament being the highest institution in the land (it's not, but only they and people like Giuseppe Mifsud Bonnici keep saying so) the more they resort to means which make us see under their murky rock.

Labour's little helpers will preen and prattle as if they have brought down the Government. They haven't and it seems they won't but this won't stop the crowing.

They will be crowing only about how they took advantage, for a second time, of the personal grudges of someone who is now resplendent in his moment of glory. He must be so pleased with himself.

The cock hasn't crowed for the third time so we might even get another little episode of denial yet!