When the second half of the Ġieżu-Jież team, Jesmond Mula, was singing "I'm glad I'm not young anymore", Ġieżu Casha was not amused.
Ġ: So why don't you stop ogling the youngsters whenever we pass near a beach?
J: I'm studying them... not them, them...their minds, their social behaviour, their ...
Ġ: Figures, tits, bums, legs.... You are a dirty old man and you know it... Admit it, please?
J: No I'm not. When you talk like this I'm upset. Very. I'll admit that I have harboured hopes of becoming the Minister of Nudism. The first ever.
Ġ: That's it. You are admitting it.
J: Okay then, I do want to promote nudism throughout the world. And peace. No nudist ever started an argument, let alone a war. Look at all the soldiers in Iraq. If anything they're all overdressed.
Ġ: And kumbinazzjoni your promotion starts with youth.
J: Everybody's aim is to get them young. The political parties do it, the Church does it. The big business machine is after youth. Youth is what makes the world go round and the big money circulate. Funny to have you, of all people, complaining. You did the same when you had started your party, remember?
Ġ: You mean the World Domination League?
J: Aha! You remember now! What happened to it?
Ġ: It's gone into hibernation. We need to rewrite the manifesto. It was a great idea. Total domination of the world by the year 2000. But we were too advanced for our time.
J: It was a stupid idea. How could you ever hope to do it?
Ġ: It was not. And the way we wanted to do it was civil and polite. We would knock on people's doors, like canvassers do the door-to-door, and when the person opens we would ask: Excuse me, I'm from the World Domination League. May we dominate you?
J: And it did not work ehh?
Ġ: No. Unfortunately the EU got there before us.
J: Basically both sides though awfully nice and loyal and all that, deep down just could not trust their respective leaders to deliver the nice thingies we get to hear about once every five years. And that's the way it was.
Ġ: However, now it's got to be easier, much easier...
J: How's that?
Ġ: With things like finance, foreign policy, hunting, environment and stuff being worked out in Brussels we don't really need all those politicians; I mean, do we need any politicians at all? I say managers is all we require. Good managers. To see that roads and the occasional bridge is done well and on time. The right people get promoted, justice done, the post gets delivered...these little thingies. They get to make the difference.
J: Talking of the post, now wasn't that something which used to make us proud? I mean it was so fast compared to other countries I used to brag about it. These things tend to get under my skin. With privatisation it actually got worse... Things like delivering letters, getting the telephones, and the water and electricity to work are things that good managers see to all over the world. And they do them well. And they make money. In the UK if you need a phone it's installed and working within 24 hours and they pester you with extensions and stuff. Know why? Because they make money that's why...
Ġ: The buck always gets transferred back to the good managers. And you know the secret? I tell you my friend: Education.
J: Young people today are lucky in that respect. There are courses galore. Name the subject and the courses are there. Economy: How to fill up the deposit slip on a brand new car. Inflation and depression: How to dress for both. History of European Civilisation: Whose decision was it to hold the renaissance in Italy? Psychology: The study of consciousness as opposed to unconsciousness with hints on how to remain conscious when England gets beaten again. Philosophy: Understanding Fr Peter's Perspective, or manyness and oneness as related to otherness.
Ġ: And what about social work? There was a time whenever drugs were mentioned one spoke of barunijiet, remember? Today we only talk of the teenage victims and, jaħasra, how to maintain them.
Ġ: So why don't you stop ogling the youngsters whenever we pass near a beach?
J: I'm studying them... not them, them...their minds, their social behaviour, their ...
Ġ: Figures, tits, bums, legs.... You are a dirty old man and you know it... Admit it, please?
J: No I'm not. When you talk like this I'm upset. Very. I'll admit that I have harboured hopes of becoming the Minister of Nudism. The first ever.
Ġ: That's it. You are admitting it.
J: Okay then, I do want to promote nudism throughout the world. And peace. No nudist ever started an argument, let alone a war. Look at all the soldiers in Iraq. If anything they're all overdressed.
Ġ: And kumbinazzjoni your promotion starts with youth.
J: Everybody's aim is to get them young. The political parties do it, the Church does it. The big business machine is after youth. Youth is what makes the world go round and the big money circulate. Funny to have you, of all people, complaining. You did the same when you had started your party, remember?
Ġ: You mean the World Domination League?
J: Aha! You remember now! What happened to it?
Ġ: It's gone into hibernation. We need to rewrite the manifesto. It was a great idea. Total domination of the world by the year 2000. But we were too advanced for our time.
J: It was a stupid idea. How could you ever hope to do it?
Ġ: It was not. And the way we wanted to do it was civil and polite. We would knock on people's doors, like canvassers do the door-to-door, and when the person opens we would ask: Excuse me, I'm from the World Domination League. May we dominate you?
J: And it did not work ehh?
Ġ: No. Unfortunately the EU got there before us.
J: Basically both sides though awfully nice and loyal and all that, deep down just could not trust their respective leaders to deliver the nice thingies we get to hear about once every five years. And that's the way it was.
Ġ: However, now it's got to be easier, much easier...
J: How's that?
Ġ: With things like finance, foreign policy, hunting, environment and stuff being worked out in Brussels we don't really need all those politicians; I mean, do we need any politicians at all? I say managers is all we require. Good managers. To see that roads and the occasional bridge is done well and on time. The right people get promoted, justice done, the post gets delivered...these little thingies. They get to make the difference.
J: Talking of the post, now wasn't that something which used to make us proud? I mean it was so fast compared to other countries I used to brag about it. These things tend to get under my skin. With privatisation it actually got worse... Things like delivering letters, getting the telephones, and the water and electricity to work are things that good managers see to all over the world. And they do them well. And they make money. In the UK if you need a phone it's installed and working within 24 hours and they pester you with extensions and stuff. Know why? Because they make money that's why...
Ġ: The buck always gets transferred back to the good managers. And you know the secret? I tell you my friend: Education.
J: Young people today are lucky in that respect. There are courses galore. Name the subject and the courses are there. Economy: How to fill up the deposit slip on a brand new car. Inflation and depression: How to dress for both. History of European Civilisation: Whose decision was it to hold the renaissance in Italy? Psychology: The study of consciousness as opposed to unconsciousness with hints on how to remain conscious when England gets beaten again. Philosophy: Understanding Fr Peter's Perspective, or manyness and oneness as related to otherness.
Ġ: And what about social work? There was a time whenever drugs were mentioned one spoke of barunijiet, remember? Today we only talk of the teenage victims and, jaħasra, how to maintain them.